Balothiss marched along with his shoulders back and his posture straight like a old oak battered by wind but unmoving and unflinching from minor blows and strikes.

He swung his mighty sword Reaver and was suprised when when he struck a sheild that it cut through it and utterly dystroyed it allowing him to kill much faster.

This of all things brought a smile to his face that lifted his spirits and carried him farther into battle away from the ranks of Torrens minions and into the fray of battle, with much savage delight Balothiss swung his weapon here and there killing a dwarven warrior and maiming another.

His very soul felt as though it had ignited as he usually ignited the flame that he flung from his very hand and it filled him with courage and bravery beyond anyones comprehension.

His sword killed many who stepped in his way and so did the flames that he threw he waded through fallen enemies and a few comrades although nothing more than a whelp they were.

He was minorly wounded yet he ignored the blood seeping from his shoulder from a cut that he had taken from an axe that he had evaded yet that had caught him unaware.

He just laughed filled with energy and excitement and continued his onslaught, into the fray of battle he did not notice his other companions yet he knew of their existence but he was too focused on battle than petty social issues if they needed him they would call him over or the Master would summon him.