Retreat ? How nice... Well... Not that the Skayleigh actually felt any real urge to firmly rebuff this proposal -- his body insisted on not to --, but it still hurt mentally. An-Hasst could feel the surge of adrenaline slowly subside now that he was idling around. The deeper the moment of him lying on the ground and facing the danger of immediate death had ventured down time's infinite throat, the more he considered this battle to be a nice and, most importantly, varied show in comparison to the monotony of walking around all day.

He had not taken any notice of the priest's quick appliance of greed towards the dead Rog Captain, but even if he had he probably wouldn't have cared about it. Anyone eager to stick his head into the filth that had to be on the inside of an ugly enemy's helmet ? How could this hurt the dead ? It would only hurt the poor guy feeling the need to make this descision. An-Hasst wasn't ready for grabbing the Rog's armor: Too much trouble for the little time they had left and most of the parts had no chance of fitting to his own body without massive rework anyway. The this halberd however...

The Skayleigh thudded over to the corpse, now indeed wondering where the rog's helmet had gone so suddenly. At least the flow of blood was starting to diminish, but some droplets were still raining down from underneath his armored coat. He firmly stepped onto the rog's hand still holding the halberd's shaft, cracking some minor bones in the process. That weapon looked like brute force would already be sufficient to deal very major damage, something his bajonets had proven they could never deliver. The weapon was pulled out of the rog's shattered hand and An-Hasst let it rest on his own shoulder now before he turned towards the muscled monk again. [color=ffff00]"A way out of here ? What kind of way ?"[/color] While asking, the Skayleigh didn't hesitate to follow Beren though.

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