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[code]Hope Passage[/code][hr]

Croix watched as the previously dignified and haughty Tisa Irune, was ran through the stomach with a spear and killed almost immediately. She'd taken one with her prior at least, though Croix imagined she did not take much comfort in that, or wouldn't have anyway. The bone clan yelled and hollered like beasts along with the frantic yells from the guardsmen and Croix's fellow travellers, all set alongside the ever familiar sounds of metal clashing against metal and flesh being torn. Croix chuckled to himself as Artur yelled commands that sounded as hollow humming to the Missionary.

Clutching his axe in both hands and gripping it tight enough to turn his knuckles white, Croix began to walk out of the tent to join the fray. He noticed some of the other travellers from the tent firing out towards the Clansmen. The elf and the wiry girl. His pace quickened as the heat of the desert bathed his skin and boiled his blood, he could make out the Golem decimating the Clansmen, as well as the red haired woman quarrelling with an opponent who dwarfed her in size. Indeed, his companions would not be routed so easily, the thought made his smile turn into a manic grin as the carnage surrounded him brightened and intensified to his senses.

Like a man possessed, Croix strode over to the Clansmen surrounding Artur, while their ranks had been broken from the arrow and crossbow fires and Artur seemed to be in slightly less immediate danger (Or no more than the rest of the group) Croix charged in as though the warrior was on the brink of death. With his massive frame and yells of ecstatic maniacal glee, Croix all but crashed into the warriors, dividing their ranks further as his blood lust confused and disoriented their ranks while his frame kicked up dust and sand.

Croix felt the arrows of the elf whizz past him as he engaged one of the Clan members, though their ferocity made them feared opponents in spite of the crudeness of their tactics and equipment, the one in front of Croix was clearly unprepared for his savagery. Wielding a cobbled together looking spear, the Bone Clan Warrior thrust forward, intending to stick the sharpened end between Croix's ribs. His intended target would not be met however as instead of strafing out of the way, Croix merely used his free hand to grab the side of the spear and pull it off to the side, taking the man off balance before removing him from his feet entirely with a kick to his heel causing him to fall on his back.

"DON-" The Clan Warrior was barely able to get out before the end of Croix's axe crashed violently onto his skull, splitting the man's head in half with a sickening crunch as the steel slammed clean through bone and flesh.

[colour=Firebrick]"Bloody Bone Clan all over the shop!"[/colour] Croix yelled with obvious elation in his voice to no one in particular. Another warrior broke from the pack, much larger in size and prepared to square off with the Missionary.

[colour=Firebrick]"Give them no quarter! Rend their flesh to [i]shreds[/i]"[/colour] He roared as he charged the man, surprising him with a sudden display of strength as he pushed them both back with the handle of his axe. The action was no doubt difficult to see among the ensuing chaos, but the sound of blood splattering, flesh tearing and uproarious gravelly laughter was unmistakable.