[@Jollan][@drewccapp][@Lotrix Molick]
Catching the Gospel in his enormous mit of a hand, Anraks heart soared-- as his beloved bible was once more by his side, to say he was grateful to Hilde would be a great understatement. However, in the pit of his stomach, he felt fear building, if the other beastman's words were true.... Hilde had completely exposed him for what he was, and potentially who he had been. [Color=brown]"Thank ya Lass!--"[/color] he hollared back, [color=brown]"Aye'd kiss ya if I could right now!"[/color] 

Though he was fearful, the colossal man knew he had no time for fear.  Dropping his shield to the skid's floor, he turned to Doran; [color=brown]"Turn us around, glancing just off tha left cheek. Aye'm gonna need ta be close fer this."[/color]

He closed his eyes, breathed in deeply, and unclasped the gospel. There was only him-- and the book. Nothing else. [Color=brown]"Oh goddess hear my prayer... Let me be your mercy, your might, your love, and your light--"[/color] a spark, small but hopeful lit within the giant's breast [Color=brown]"Grant me strength that I may protect the innocent and strike down those who would harm them--"[/color] the spark built, but did not release. Unlike how it usually spread across his shape, like a holy visage wrapping him in a tight embrace, as if it were.... Stuck?

For a brief moment his chant wavered but he pressed on as he drew his sword and raised it high. [Color=brown]"COME FORTH, OH FAITHFUL FLAME."[/color] he roared.

Then Anrak exploded.

The skiff rocked and shuddered as a plume of gold-white flame violently enveloped Anrak; suffusing and swelling every fiber of muscle and bone before extending even into his blade itself. His powerful heart pounded like a large bass drum; loud enough for the entire skiff to hear, as the straps securing his already ill-fitting armor snapped and broke. Tucking the Steel Gospel in his belt (which was the only garment that truly fit), and gripping the longsword with both hands, having his right hand half on the blade of the weapon itself for him to properly grip, he strode slowly to the front of the skiff, assuming a low stance as if ready to strike. 

[Color=brown]"Ya may want tah move lad."[/color] he said to Bidzil.