Renar observed Bandit King Jeremiah's movements as he fought off the combined assault of several knights at once. Despite the fact that he was on the losing end of the last exchange, it was exceedingly impressive that the man even survived the attacks of multiple trained knights at the same time. Had it been a series of one-on-one duels, Renar doubted that any of the Iron Rose could prevail against the man singlehandedly, with the exception of Paladin Tyaethe. But they couldn't rely on her for everything. 

Taking a moment to smack a charging bandit out of the way with the flat of his poleaxe's axe head, Renar leveled his weapon at Knight's Doom Jeremiah, his gaze steely. He saw how the man moved. He had his measure. One blow. He could get one good blow in. Renar would have to make it count. 

Jeremiah raised his blade to strike. There it was. Renar charged from the man's flank, aiming to blindside him while he was preparing to strike one of his fellow knights. If he only had one sure blow, he'd make it count. Renar raised his poleaxe with both hands and thrust with all his might, aiming for the unarmored man's throat.