Zeyruun waited for what felt like an eternity. Only a few moments had passed but the adrenaline and energy that coursed through his body made time feel slower. He didn't quite understand what this mystery person was doing. Why attack now? Could the attacker not see Zeyruun and Akshay both standing before higher beings? It was flat out disrespectful, no, blasphemous. Zeyruun clenched his war hammer tighter in his hands. A fire began to burn in his stomach, swelling of emotion threatened to burst out. "You Dare- " He stopped. From his peripherals, he saw mist, no, something more ominous. Before he could gauge exactly what just happened his vision was swarmed with a cloud of thick smoke.

Zeyruun's lack of armour was made painfully apparent when he realized just how defenceless he was. Of course, he had Akshay behind him but his front wasn't exactly well equipped to block anything. This smoke made his mind race a bit too much, he needed to stay calm in situations like these. This has been Zeyruun's first altercation, his first reason to fight, his first anything in this life. His subconscious forced memories into Zeyruun's mind. Memories of the flames of battles lost over and over again, Memories of endless suffering at the hands of a vengeful god and memories of Zeyruun himself fighting for a cause that he now no longer saw reason in...

[i]Stop It! You're in Battle![/i]

Zeyruun blinked with wide eyes as if he had just woken from a terrifying nightmare. His wide eyes narrowed trying to peer through the smoke. Nothing. He would have to rely on his other senses, this attacker was masterful in their execution, it would likely be Zeyruun's sense of touch that would help him here. The vibrations in the ground of Akshay behind him and the beating of his heart were the only things that Zeyruun felt. Another moment passed and Zeyruun felt...something else. No time. He must attack now or miss the opportunity. 

Zeryuun slid his right hand up the shaft of the hammer until the knuckle of his thumb just barely touched the hammers head. He brought the hammerhead close to his right shoulder and his left hand raised to shoulder height. This stance looked so odd, yet, felt as normal as any other stance he would hold. Zeyruun wouldn't fight like this, this stance was intended for a single lunging attack that would throw his weight into a powerful thrust. He charged forward towards the 'something' he heard. When he felt he was close he pushed out with his hammer with all the might he could muster praying it would connect with something.