[color=lightblue]"That's a drink owed to you then, Spooky. Several tents down, plenty to go!"[/color] Urden had been wrenching his axe out of the rib cage of one of the now dead enemy mercenaries, having been focused on butchering his way through as many of them as he could, when he spotted the one flanking him get jerked backwards into the shadows. Probably wishes he had just taken an axe to the face and had an honest death, but the Lion's mercenary wasn't going to go looking a gift assassination in the mouth in this case. Rather, he started moving towards the next of the Morahti in reach, catching the curved blade's strike on his axe haft, turning it away and smashing the slaver's jaw sideways with the butt end of his axe. Whether he attempted to say anything or not was irrelevant, talking with a broken jaw was a bitch, and a heavy handed upwards swing decapitated the Morahti. At this rate, as the other Lions involved in the combat kept getting stuck in, they would be through the enemies in no time. Sure enough, as Boss shouted out about the archers did one of the arrows find a home in his thigh, failing to come out the other side but being firmly embedded in his leg now. A hiss of pain, but more importantly, now he was pissed. Mending clothing was expensive, and arrow holes meant needing mending. Yeah, and his leg was injured now as well, but what was one more scar? He knew better than to rip it loose, instead launching himself forward with aggressive swings, aiming to smash aside spears and create openings for the converging allies to make moves on the archers, as his own ability to move was at least hobbled, though he wasn't immobile, not by a long shot. Maybe he'd invest in some light armor, something to cover the meaty bits to deflect projectiles without slowing him down. Maybe, that was for later, for now, he focused on doing his part in putting the defense on the backfoot and keeping it from forming properly, and make them pay in blood for the tailoring he was going to have to pay for now. [@Psyker Landshark]