Arthur struggled to his feet and leaning heavily on his anchor as he did. He shook his head as the rushing of water and the smell of salt came once again, only this time there was also a burning sensation across his back that came with it. "That fuking sucked." He watched as the oger clumsily charged towards him, it's guts tailing behind. "Well looks like I gave as good as I got. Lets finish this." He said as he gripped his weapon with both hands and sprung forward. He meet the oger's charge with one of his own a primal roar broke from him as his face split into a feral grin. 

 Arthur had been in a few fights back home and he couldn't lie, there was a certain rush that came with it, something savage, primal, and wild, but this was different. It was as if every cell in his body was buzzing with excitement and he felt more alive now running head first into the waiting jaws of a creature much larger than himself. It was with this feeling that he surged towards the oger with reackless abandon and simple planned to hit it before it could hit him. Unnoticed by him the symbols carved into his anchor started to glow softly blue and frost grew rapidly and covered his weapon and even creeping on to his hands and partially up his forarms. As he got within range he swung aiming for the gapping wound in it's gut.