[color=mediumpurple][h3]Grey Onyx, Catacombs[/h3][/color]
Grey struggled to keep his footing, this thing was particularly powerful. He shook with effort, though he held fast, the creature not gaining another inch of ground, true to his word. However there was little time to celebrate, and his eye widened in surprise when it started accusing him of things, calling him a murderer, along with a long string of 'you killed her, you killed her...' He combed his memories, he was sure he hadn't slain any lady bandits, but... Unless... A flash of the nightmare of twisted flesh from his last mission, his eye widening in shock... It had family?! 

[color=Mediumpurple][i]-I've confirmed it, this... thing is not Tyrael. It hates me more than anything, so I'm going to keep it focused on me.-[/i][/color] he sent to Ssarak, gritting his teeth at the Axe's advice... What did it think he was, some kind of barbarian? But it had a point... the angrier it was, the less it would think of attacking the Naga. He struggled to keep his grip on his shield, the creature seemed intent on taking it from him, bulging as its muscles swelled with power. [b][color=mediumpurple]"Eager to join her, I see?"[/color][/b]He said as hee adjusted his stance, runes burning as he turned his body and braced his legs for maximum resistance. Overwhelming strength coursed through him as he rose his blade, intent on hacking into its arm.