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He was practically holding Cilia, an arm around the arm of Axley.  He made sure they stayed behind Fergus.  It might even be out of a desire and a need, a panic to do something, anything.  As he ran though, his mind began to enter back into a state of awareness.  Adrenaline was pumping through him, and then he remembered his training, his battles on the Threshold.  It all came back to him, and how he had to harden his heart and focus on the task at hand.  

They got sight of a woman.  For a fleeting bleak instant, he saw the Solar that had saved his life so long ago.  But this was a twisted reflection.  The burning sword was all that was radiant about her.  Everything else seemed of malice, cursed and black.  The undead, those loathsome creatures against the natural order.  He saw them as rotting corpses barely recognizable as human anymore with their weapons.  No time to hide, they were noticed.

He released the women, his staff before him as he entered into the five dragon style stance, his front leg forward, back leg bend, the staff held across his body.  He waited just a moment "Get behind me~!"  He tried to shout but they came at once.  Snow knew what to do against a blade, having fought them many a time in the past.  He lashed out with his staff, aiming not for the person, but the hand itself.  The strike would even if the monster couldnt feel pain, would disrupt their swing.  He ducked underneath the swipe, and in a fluid motion, used his leg and staff to trip the creature off his feet, before jumping and spinning the staff raizing back and arching with a jump. 

A THWACK hit the creature square in the face, his non existant nose pummeled to gravel, skull shattering against the stones.  He took a moment to aid his companions, even as Ferguson edged them ever onward...