When Zeyruun landed he waited patiently for the sound of fumbled footsteps but instead heard something much much worse. The sound of wrapping noises like that of moving clothes followed by a muffled outcry. Zeyruun could almost feel the pain emanating from the noise, a noise that he knew came from Akshay. Dammnit! He thought, furious at his foolish attempt to disperse the smoke. I must've made it harder for him. Damnit! Zeyruun gripped his Large hammer and strode through the smoke towards the noise. Using his eyes to guide him was futile but he insisted on keeping them open in case something came within range. The wrapping noise continued growing louder as he grew closer and closer to Akshay, or at least who he thought was Akshay.

There they were, nearly a few feet in front of him, fighting. Akshay with a strong grip on the assailant and the attacker moving with profound dexterity into another position to strike. Zeyruun's blunder would be redeemed here if he were to land a direct hit on the attacker this time. Akshay gave him a perfect shot, he wouldn't need to rely so much on accuracy this time, instead, he could focus on pushing out as much power as he could. Zeyuun skipped into a power stance while raising his hammer above his right shoulder. His hands slid together, joining at the bottom of the shaft. The perfect hit... Zeyruun raised his leg, his knee lifting up nearly as high as his chest. Zeyruun then dropped his foot forward and down, landing between him and the Attacker. His stomping leg shifted his entire weight forward and with using the moment of the stomp he swung his mighty hammer, throwing his entire weight behind the blow. The head of the hammer came whizzing down from above his shoulder, striking through the air on a direct trajectory to the upper ribs of the dagger wielder. The attacker was throwing a stab at Akshay, clearly intent on incapacitating for good. Zeyruun prayed to the light that his hammer lands before her dagger.