Pullio gapes at the sight of the wolves appearing, and at the quick movements of this strange girl. He looks up at the heavens and mouths a thank you to his Gods before catching his blade.The blade flashes and the chains drops from his body. He looks up, eyes flashing with rage. The berserker flies towards the guards, sword raised high and face as calm as a still lake. Pullio slams into one guard and cleaves him in half, then quickly swings his blade around him, slicing the man in half. As the remains of the guard begins to scatter, disappearing through the crowd, Pullio stabs his blade into the ground. His eyes, flashing with a rage that seems to be growing, follow the cowards and then seems to slowly lose their brightness. The man sits and tears a shred of cloth off of the guard nearest him. Slowly, he begins to clean his blade, moving his head to look at the girl. Pullio's right eyebrow rises, giving his face a mixed expression of surprise and amusement.<span style="font-style: italic">Nice wolves. I wonder what she wants from me.</span>The berserker takes his sheath back, and sheathes his blade while rising to his feet.<br/><br/>"Many thanks." He says simply after walking closer to her. The berserker searches her face for any clue of her real intent and, finding none, turns to walk away, definitely in the direction that the group is headed. BE fore he leaves, he picks up the pistol he was threaten with and pulls out a single bullet. This he slips into a small bag at his waist for braiding into his hair later.