Gaul calmly gets down from Blaze’s back and walks to the watchtower that Flamr just cleared out. As the barbarians begin to swarm towards them, he picks up a rifle from one of the dead snipers and quickly aims it up the hill. He sees a man snarling at what appear to be his subordinates and quickly placed him square in the sights. He squeezes the trigger and drops the rifle, drawing his axe in the same fluid motion. As he spins his axe, a thick fog begins to roll toward the front lines. 

“Blaze! Flame! Your superior senses and technology should make this fog trivial to you. These guys won’t have any such luck.”

With that said, Gaul leaps from the top of the tower and lands in the center of a large group of hostiles. He snarls, and his facial features shift to a much more feral visage. He can feel the spirit of the berserker flow from his axe into his body, and the spectral form of a dire polar bear swirls out of the fog into reality. 

He bounds through the sea of enemies, every swing of his mighty axe dropping five or more men. Pretty soon, he’s at the top of the wall, the fog emanating from Gatecrasher has covered the whole mountain, and he’s covered in blood that is not his own.