[center][h1][color=ff5000][b]Renar Hagen[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

The poleaxe bit deeply into wood, and Renar smiled beneath his helmet. More fragile than he'd thought. Good. The less time spent on this sideshow, the better. Arken's words carried over to where he was. A weak point, eh? Even better. All that remained was to find it, while not getting killed. 

Renar backstepped along the wooden serpent's body as it rampaged, keeping a step ahead of the gnarled claws chasing him. Wide sweeps of his poleaxe eliminated his animate pursuers while the others did as much damage as they could. The instant he got a second to breathe, the Bastard of Brias stopped his retreat and braced his knees, vaulting over the wood chasing him with a forward leap, a flourish of his weapon even severing some more claws below him along the way. He landed well past where the claws had kept moving, and started to dash forward, now outright outrunning his pursuers. 

A cry of exertion had Renar plunging the axe head of his polearm along the animated sentry's back, and he kept it in as he continued to charge, outright dragging the axe head along in splitting open the upper portion of its back as he ran along it. If the heart was shifting, he'd run it down enough for Fionn to eliminate it.