[center][h1][color=ff5000][b]Renar Hagen[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

The curse-beast was slow and lumbering. Its massive reach damn near made up for that. Renar cursed under his breath as he saw the massive fist close in on him, and he dove forward to only narrowly evade it, coming up in a roll before continuing his sprint. He reached towards his belt as he ran, drawing a throwing dagger with his free hand and hurling it vaguely in the direction of center mass. There wasn't any time to aim properly as he ran, but hopefully, it would distract the creature long enough for him to close in without reprisal. 

Mere moments after his throw, Renar cleared the last bit of distance and wove to the curse abomination's right flank, taking his poleaxe up and slashing the axe head into the back of the leg where the hamstring would be on an ordinary man. Hopefully, Fleuri got the cue and went for the other leg. With any luck, between the two of them, their efforts would send the accursed thing to its knees.