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[hr][@Rune_Alchemist] 

Reinhardt paused, briefly regarding Lonan with composed neutrality; [color=darkorange]"I believe you already know who I am Sir Lonan. If that was all it took to end me... How could I possibly be a true Son of Sigurd?"[/color]

The Knight continued forward toward the crater's edge; bending down to scoop a thick steel chain from the ground and wrap it about his chest. Any protest, threat or obstacles would be calmly pushed aside and ignored as Reinhardt came to ridged outline of the blackened pit.

[Color=darkorange]"I'm not sure where Ethelred or the Elf happened off to-- but I don't plan on waiting for them. Giving this beast any reprieve only makes the larger situation more perilous--"[/color] 

The Knight scowled as he peered down at his hated enemy. 

[Color=darkorange]"Thankfully the molten fluids that seem to be its blood haven't started hardening yet..."[/color]

Elias straightened, casually yanking a halberd from the hands of one of the Harzelslack footsoldiers. 

[Color=darkorange]"When I yell for a weapon-- throw something to me. Doesn't matter what it is. Only that it's made of steel... Call shots before you make them with the seige equipment and I'll do my best to avoid blocking your line of fire."[/color]

What was spoken was not a request-- but command; Reinhardt's tone thick with confidence in his methods.

He looked about expectanly-- waiting on the various men to get in position.

And even if they didn't?

Elais jumped regardless.