Gil, in anger and utter horror at how quickly the two soldiers had been dispatched, put the visor of his helmet down and readied himself for a charge. His biggest fear of the creature had been its great axe, and with it destroyed, he knew that his speed and skill could at least match the sheer strength of the monster. However, he also knew that going alone would end in his death. 

	"Kharne come with me! Use small spurts of your acidic breath to weaken it's joints and neck armor while I do the knifework. Genthok, keep the bastard destabilized! Without balance, it'll be hard pressed to mount a defense against us. River, if you know any healing spells, tend to Ardur! Lanithil, keep firing at the bastard until we reach him!"

	Gil knew he would probably face lashes or worse for not waiting for orders, but he hoped taking his own initiative and using his experience as a soldier would benefit the Inquisition as well as save lives. 
	
	With his sword readied and his shield raised, he nodded at his comrades before charging towards the beast with them, a fierce battle cry ripping from his throat as he ran to what could possibly be his death.