[center][h2][color=b5a0d2]Steffen Gravinir[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
Steffen received little response from the former mercenary lad, but at least he was causing havoc. He found it a little out of the element having to keep up with Gerard's fury, but the slaughterhouse continued functioning. Boars continued to run headlong into danger, the hounds continued pounding, but their fates, like many that came before it was either a hole in the face, chest or throat, or sidegrade-wise a head severed from its torso but still dangling on their skins. 

The slow-roll approach of the Ingvarr knight allowed him some observation. Alarm quickly raised in his head the moment the black-cladded knight of Veilena was split in two, but just as quickly it shifted over to amazement that it continued fighting on somehow. He had been surprised more than enough, and having little time, he looked on to the reinforcement that arrived. Bigger, stronger, uglier, harder they would fall. But he did not see the dagger that curved right at him at his blindspot, not until it was too late anyway. He knew it, but the instinct overloaded with decades of training still snapped his limbs and body into the incoming knife, only to find the lioness inbetween him and the attacker, a shield at hand. 

[color=b5a0d2]"A thousand thanks."[/color] Steffen gave the flaxen-haired knight a nod, quickly glancing over to Gerard, whose rampage were too stopped by an armored Boar. As much as he wished to help Serenity with this more elusive opponent, his worries over Gerard himself and his respect for Serenity's judgment and capabilities made him turn his goal elsewhere, but his attention and body orientation still in the direction of the dagger-armed attacker. Who knows if he would let this 'my kind of opponent' a free pass. But assuming the best, that armored Boar with the cocky hammer - truly Steffen's kind of opponent too.

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