Ronald
```F Shuvah retcon.```
*By the time Ashnard drops to the floor, everyone's screaming and running. Even the guards look afraid, and they have every right to do so. Though, some still remain, and charge towards the beastkin.*

"Die, in the name of the Empire!"

*The first one to come is a spearman, aiming to impale the canifor. At the same time, a longswordsman rushes at him, taking a powerful diagonal swing from right to left.*
Fay
The dark beast brandishes his blades and adopts a combative stance, preparing for an all-out confrontation. *This* Was the time war truly began. And there was no turning back now, nor would he let what remained of the city garrison stand in his way.

**"No... YOU will die for your lords like the *Dogs* You are! Be glad you not live to see your empire BURN!"** He roared out as twisted stygian flames burst out of his aberrant form, coiled in obsidian. Taking note of the first pair of guards to charge him, Ashnard moves to the **Right**, to the side of the spear guard and *Away* From the swordsman. 

With a spear lacking versatility to do any meaningful harm aside from thrust attacks and the jackal's unnatural agility, he sidesteps the incoming assault at the last possible second. His left arm blade moves in with an uppercut thrust, aiming to impale the spearman right through his chin. 

Upon doing so, Ashnard would lift up the impaled body, using it as a temporary shield for any incoming projectiles in case, before sweeping his arm downwards, throwing the skewered, mutilated corpse at the sword elf.

```
Ravenous Fervour used. 30/100 Mana left.
50/100 Rage available
Total Strength: 27.5
Movement speed: 35 m/s
Attack speed: 160%```
Ronald
*The spearman is killed almost instantly, the dark blade embedded in his skull, now laying limp on the beastkin's arm. The weapon clatters to the ground, and some more guards begin to back away. It seems they were not expecting such martial prowess from a canifor.*

*A halberd wielder begins to back away, while the swordsman continues to push his assault, taking another swing at the jackal.*

*Meanwhile, the fire is beginning to lick the wooden boards underneath, bright tongues of flame poking out from beneath the floorboards and smoke rising up.*
Fay
Like yet another useless effigy, Ashnard discards the mangled corpse throwing it in the swordman's direction with all his strength to smash both against the castle wall. The beast can feel the elven cruor drench his blades once more, its acrid coppery waft filling his nostrils... Invigorating him...

Rage. Primal, unbridled rage begins to *Burn* Within him. Unbridled and insatiable. Rage against every high elf that lives; not because of what their lords and scholars had once done to him, but because *Because* They live. These craven bastards that have the *Audacity* To breathe the same air as him deserve nothing but agonizing death in blackened fire and steel, drowning in the own blood.

The beast let a voracious growl, his eyes turning black as pitch. Ravenous crimson slitted his pupils, as his vision field could only see *Red*. The pulse of all these elven bastards that stood in his way. The pulse that he would *Sever*. In a blur of motion, he bull-rushes the guard to southwest of his position, his arm blade swinging across his neck at blinding speed. 

Were the elf not able to block or evade, his head would be separated from his body in a spray of blood, flames and viscera that would coat the surroundings. And he wouldn't spare naught but a second to move unto the next guard, regardless of whether he'd even try to fight back or not. Or was that a civilian? To the jackal, it no longer mattered.

```
Midnight Rush and Eviscerate cast. 27.5 Mana left
100/100 Rage available. Frenzy state engaged
Total attack strength: 55 
Movement speed: 50 m/s
Attack speed: 170%```
Ronald
*The swordsman soon finds a corpse in his face, and he is knocked down.*

*The axeman that's charging him soon finds the haft of his weapon split in half, and the sheer force from Ashnard's blow easily sends his head flying. By now, the elves have realized that they can't win this fight, and begin to run.*

*However, the canifor can hear discussion from the other side of the stage.*

"Sir, we must go!"

"She must burn first!"

*He soon sees a masked figure pointing their hand at the bound treton, which soon glows orange. Said treton is desperately trying to get out of the ropes.*
Fay
It is said that in a state of primal bloodthirst, and the most subtle sound of a threat can set the beast off. Wails and screams were nothing unfamiliar to Ashnard's ears by now; the mass hysteria his assault caused had made sure of that. But the scent of building fire was unmistakable.

Without halting his unbridled momentum, the jackal immediately charges down the masked figure, his tail spreading a volley of steel daggers to all that stood in his path. He aims for a savage thrust with his right armblade, attempting to crush the mask impale the masked figure right between the eyes.

```
Midnight Rush and Eviscerate cast. 25 Mana left
Frenzy state engaged, 4 turns left
2 turns left on Mortal Coil and Ravenous Fervor
Total attack strength: 55 
Movement speed: 50 m/s
Attack speed: 170%```
Ronald
*The fire's just forming in the masked figure's hands when the ebony blade plunges in between his mask, piercing the thin metal. However, he finds that it's incredibly irritating, and in fact might injure him should he keep the blade in the mask for any while longer.*

*Silver.*

*There's another problem. The flames have grown bigger, and they're starting to arrive at Yakaiyo's feet.*

"MMMHMHMHHMHMMHMM!"

*Fortunately, the post she's tied to seems thin enough to break with his strength.*
Fay
Silver. Quaint. But hardly effective at stopping a ravenous blade from impaling the wearer. Though pain was a foreign concept at his frenzied state, his blade wouldn't linger any longer than it should on a target. Beyond that point, it was just another nameless corpse on the pile, burned and broken.

Just as Crow foretold.

But there was only one life in this carnage that might be of use sparing. The so-called enemy of the state that had caught Ashnard's attention to begin with. Lurching from his position, the beast leaps on the flaming platform, the craggy coverage across his body keeping the fire from his reaching his pelt. A quick and precise slash of his tail rends apart the ropes binding the treton witch to her post as he grapples the woman by her abdomen, carrying her off to the other side. 

His senses on full alert with lingering ardour, Ashnard scans his surrounding for any foe that might stand in his way. Foe being, anything that remotely resembles an elf lingering in that square, of course.

```
You know the drill by now```
Ronald
*Yakaiyo soon finds herself freed by the strange creature who had easily dispatched of several elven soldiers, scaring away several more. There's still a gag around her mouth, and she's scared out of her mind, but doesn't struggle as the canifor carries her away from the burning stage.*

*Ashnard doesn't find any more elves in his way, and he's free to take the prisoner away.*


-4 Alturism
+3 Assassin
+2 Intimidation
Gain Wrathful personality trait.
Gain Outlawed Bounty in Silnaria.
Saved me from killing off my character.```