Something clicked inside of Altair when he saw the lizardmen approach. All the locks he had were quickly gone and he reached into the deepest parts of his mind. Years spent training with his swords and his powers were going to be put to the test. He could easily put down a man but these lizards looked like they were made of sturdier stuff. Nevertheless he rushed at them fearlessly. Even with the arrows whizzing past him and the occasional lightning bolt that barely missed him sometimes he drew his swords and jumped up right over a good portion of them into the middle of the horde. It would be best to cut them down from the inside while the others worked from he outside.<br/><br/>He was no longer defending his men but rather a woman that inspired him to kill anyone that threatened her. Altair was in a fury of slashing and hacking even through the tough scales they were like paper in the right hands. An nearly indestructable blade sharp enough to slice through metal was hard to defend against. But with the crushing of bones and veins Altair worked his telekinesis to its limit. Some lizardmen were crushed by and unbelieveable force. Others were getting stretched into different direction. But the most gruesome were the ones that felt like they were going to explode from the inside. Even with Altair on the complete offense it didn't do much for his defense. He would get scratched sometimes or a powerful tail would knock the wind out of him. However he always got right back up and continued to cut down the endless wave of reptiles. Even as his vision blurred sometimes or he blacked out still standing and swinging his sword with deadly grace and skill. He was reckless but being safe would end up in more of his men dead.