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[hr][@Rune_Alchemist][@Crimson Paladin][@Cu Chulainn]

Reinhardt stared at the pair of guards in utter befuddlement. While he knew full well that the Queen he'd taken oath under was bound to have her detractors-- this was the first time in the young Knight's entire he had ever witnessed such nonchalant slander in person; let alone as it's target. Even if Sorcha was looked upon poorly by the people of Redwater... What of his house? Did his own family's service; their countless years of struggle and sacrifice for the safety of all the land, mean so little to them?

Had the proud and noble legacy of Sigurd fallen so low in the eyes of Albion's people?

Reinhardt's eyes fell to the ground; his mouth opening to respond-- but not a syllable would pass his lips before a dark and twisted creature would strike in a flash of frenzied movements, mauling one of the men to death in a instant! Casting the broken body of it's first victim to the side, it sought it's second with a malign cackle-- a second flash of movement quickly succeeding the first.

The ripping of flesh. A fearful scream. The sickly crunch of bone. The sheer visceral brutality of the moment permeated the air itself-- as a plated boot slammed into the Fomorian's chest, intercepting it's lunge!

And as the corpse would sail into the distance, Reinhardt would place himself between the remaining guard and the oncoming creatures; one of his many blades drawn and chest alight with fearsome glow! Turning his head only slightly, the Knight had only a single thing to say to the guard, [color=darkorange]"Take shelter or stay behind me. My fellow knights and I will end this swiftly."[/color]

Not even waiting for reply, Reinhardt swiftly advanced on the incoming Fomorians; his eyes darting about the surrounding area as he estimated the number of enemy combatants. Based on the ones he could see, and the different sadistic cries of glee that carried forth from the other areas of town-- it seemed to be less than twenty, but certainly more than ten. [Color=darkorange][i]"Roughly fifteen then-- five of which are on me..."[/i][/color] Reinhardt muttered; his left hand dipping into his new beltpouch.

Five Fomorians focused on him alone meant an entire third of the enemy's offensive power was diverted away from potentially harming civilians. Less fortunate was the fact that facing five Fomorians head-on by oneself was suicide for the average Knight... But Elias was of House Reinhardt; decended from the blood of Sigurd himself. Though each of these creatures were far faster and stronger than a human-- Reinhardt's strength was even greater, and speed meant little when trying to use rudimentary weapons against full plate.
 
The only advantage these creatures had were numbers... 

An advantage Elias would not allow them for long.

As the Knight's hand returned from the pouch-- his arm jerked forward; wrist snapping in a swift motion, hurling a small stone with his grotesque strength toward the Fomorian, the object quickly finding it's mark. The first of the five creatures fell, a bloody hole suddenly in place of it's left eye. Reinhardt retrieved another stone from the pouch; this time crushing it in his hand as he drew within striking distance, slinging the resulting gravel into the eyes of two of the remaining Fomorians; blinding them as he'd whirl to face the others that remained. A single motion with his blade beheaded the second as he used his vambrace to block the third's knife from reaching his throat. Reinhardt countered mercilessly; his hand darting forward and promptly crushing the creature's skull in his hand. Without a moment's hesitation he continued his onslaught, thrusting his quickly wearing blade straight through the shoddy armor of the forth; causing the weapon to snap at the middle, before he would ram whatever remained of his weapon into the throat of the fifth-- leaving it there. 

Elais stood over the pile of corpses; just long enough to ensure the creatures were all well and truly dead, before he drew another of his blades and made haste toward the nearest screams!