Watching the battle before him, Morr beheld the opponents further, both looking quite inhuman, yet this he would not have judged for death, but the other one, he realized now with some amount of apprehension, bore the familiar marks of a demonic entity, a third blood-red eye chief amongst them.<br/><br/>Sword held in one hand, Morr approached the two, the non-demonic one obviousely losing, the foul stench emanating from him tell-tale of his own desperation, rapidly losing ground, the creature holding a viscious sword to end him.<br/>He no longer had time, Morr broke into a run, pleading for his screaming muscles to yield just a little longer, and rammed his entire massive armored bulk at the demon, bringing it to fall with sheer momentum, while blocking the strike that would have culled the other man with his right plated arm.<br/><br/>Raising his upper body, Morr prepared for his sword to end the beast.