"You defilers!" Irrak roared loudly as he charged, even as molten balls of fire and lightning flew towards him. "Have you no damn respect even for the dead of your own kin?!" he roared yet again, growing ever more irritated as he closed in on his intended target, he felt his mane rise up on his neck as his levels of anger grew more and more. "I will end all your lives, right now!" he roared, finally dropping his defense upon reaching right next to the mage he wanted to kill.

The scared man pitifully attempted to run away from Irrak, in hopes that he might get away from him, the fact that he even thought that he would be able to outrun him annoyed Irrak all the more as he simply ran in front of the mage to cut away his hope of getting away from him. The cultist quickly raised his hand was halfway through casting a spell before the angered gnoll simply smashed the spiked steel shield in the cultist at full force, knocking him back several feet away and causing quite a few wounds, both externally and internally. Just from that hit alone, the cultist mage was halfway dead, but Irrak would not allow him such a clean and mostly painless death.

He walked over to where the cultist was attempting to get up, howling in pain from the wounds the shield bash had caused. Irrak grabbed him by the neck and raised the cultists head close to his own so he could stare him in the eyes. The cultist was beyond terrified, mostly because he knew that he was about to die, though he did not know how he was about to die.

"May the spirits of all these people you have raised torment you in the afterlife fiend and tell them that Irrak will avenge their deaths!" he roared at the cultist in his hand. As soon as he uttered those words, Irrak placed his other hand on the top of the cultists head and grabbed as hard as he could. The man in his grasp opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the time to talk was over, with a powerful yank of his hand he ripped off the head of the cultist mage, ending both his life and any chance that he might be troublesome even as an undead.

As soon as he was done, he could see a pillar of fire erupting from what he could see was a fairly large skull. For about three seconds the pillar of fire glowed brightly before turning into a large mass of smoke. Was this some attempt from the cultist mages to blind him, or to maybe allow them to flee, however, before he could ponder any further, he heard the mage, Mulad shout a warning towards him.

"[b]Run, Irrak![/b]" the voice of the mage rang out through the battlefield, however those words only served to anger Irrak even more, a gnoll fought and died for his own pack, he would not be a coward and flee from the battle like that, however as the smoke began to clear, he could see why the mage would advise him to run away, however, this served only steel Irrak's resolve, if he ran away from this, he would leave the rest of his companions open to attack and they were already barely holding on against the undead, the attack of the hell beast that was the minotaur would mean the death of some, if not all of his companions.

But before he could do anything else, the minotaur bull rushed him, knocking him into a building. This hit was the first serious attack that he had received in a very long while, causing the large gnoll to cough some blood out, likely from an internal wound, however, perhaps surprising to everyone else, the gnolls expression changed to large grin. He would finally face a very powerful opponent, one that allowed him to push himself to an absolute maximum.

He rose up from the building he was knocked into with a mad grin on his face. No other being would consider to attack something so large after it had just knocked in a building with such ease, but Irrak was a gnoll and a gnol always sought to prove his own prowess in combat and for him, this minotaur was the perfect way to prove to his new companions of his skill.

The first thing he did as he exited, was to remove his shield. However, he did not toss it away, instead, he grabbed it from one of it's edges and tossed it full force towards the minotaur's skull. He knew that that alone would not win the battle, but it would at least distract the massive minotaur for a few moments as the thick steel shield would ram itself into the skull of the beast.

And a few moments were all he needed, gnolls were very renowned for their speed, despite their size and for these few moments while the beast was dazed, he could do quite a bit of damage. So, Irrak quickly observed the body of the beast and decided to go for it's legs, after all, even in its form, the minotaur still needed muscles to be able to walk and if he would be able to sever those muscles, then it would be all the easier for him to take it down later. So before it would get its bearings together, Irrak charged at the beasts left leg and slashed at it's ankle as hard as he could before backing off at a respectable distance so that he would not get hit again.

And as he backed off to a safe distance, he observed if he had been able to deal any damage to the minotaur. Even if he had caused a significant wound or not, he observed the minotaur and tried to discern any of it's weaknesses so that he may better be able to wound it and eventually even defeat it.