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

As Reinhardt hurriedly rushed into the main area of the town, he took quick assessment of the surrounding area. Amongst the various corpses and wreckage the Kight counted the bodies of at least eight more Fomorians, which with his added five made twelve in total...

Another scream, the sound of a body crushed to sickly pulp.

Reinhardt's head snapped toward the source; his gaze falling upon a cyclops wreaking havoc in the market. The Knight's jaw clenched tightly as his gaze narrowed-- not only were Cyclopes uncommon to encounter outside of a wasteland or otherwise remote locations, but were also fairly unintelligent... So how did it get here? And perhaps far more concerning... How did it get its hands on well-fitted steel armor?

Such inquiry would have to wait. So long as the creature lived, the people of Redwater would remain in grave danger; as evidenced by the dozen or so corpses at the Cyclops' feet.

Sucking a deep breath, the glow of Reinhardt's chest surged; his blood like fire in his veins for the barest of moments. With a mighty stomp, he launched himself forward at the Cyclops; leaving the cobble road broken in his wake! [Color=darkorange]"I'll grab it's attention! Use the opening!"[/color] he bellowed to Ethelred and the Elven stranger as he hurled a fistful of rocks at the creature's singular eye!