[center][h2][color=b5a0d2]Steffen Gravinir[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
The puny Boars simply melted. Steffen was surprised at their zealotry that allowed them to even muster a desire to resist. But this was, weirdly enough, the only time he felt anything resembling catharsis in the bloodshed of other living creatures, so that disturbing observation was simply just nuisance. There would be more time later to point to the danger of fanaticism.

The final abomination had suffered a crippling blow from its own arrogance, Lein's arrows acting more like indemnity to a pretty much perfect outplay. But both acts failed to accomplish the goal of bringing down the hulk of flesh. And now Lein is in danger of succumbing to the same creature's arrogance that he successfully took advantage of. The lurching creature reached its limbs out for a killing blow, as Steffen found out there was much less time than he imagined. 

[color=b5a0d2]"It's still alive! Get outta there!"[/color] Steffen cried out as the charge broke into a tidal wave, once again turning himself into a living ballista bolt in motion. But this time he really needed to. As he held the shield in a brace position, his increasingly narrowed world could not see a different course of action than to ram the abomination with thundering blunt force of his shield. A spear thrust wouldn't do meaningful enough, he thought, nor would a kick or a spear throw. In fact, in fear of throwing his spear into Lein instead, he decided to toss it into the grass and kept on charging.

The Ingvarr only changed course very slightly, around Lein, bracing his other hand behind his shield, as he crashed into the abomination's torso at a slight angle, in the hopes that the impact at the very least shocked the abomination enough to abandon or throw off the blow. As for the result of the head-on collision, Steffen never counted on that. The kill-intent comes in a follow-up, drawing the sword tucked behind the shield all this time to stab at its undersized skull. 

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