So immersed in the fighting Durien heard and noticed nothing else until the shrill pitch of wind raked across the field. Turning to look he saw the path of bodies that had been carved by the one eyed girl, he didn't recall catching her name.<br/><strong>'Ere now, you might be wantin' to turn yer aim a little sideways so as to cut wider path than the one ya did thar lass.</strong><br/><br/>He went back to swinging and punching in what may have looked like a chaotic mess but each hit linked to the next. Had he been in a sparring ring Durien would be seen as practicing a very complex form or 'Kata' in other lands. It was his berserker fury that gave it the hap-hazard appearance since it did not display the amount of control one sees in the training yards. He kept moving forward into the mass of bodies when the call to pull back sounded.<br/><strong>Aye, you not understand? This is where I do me best fightin' right in the thick of it!! If you've a plan then do it just watch me 'ead!!</strong><br/>To emphasize his point he pulled a high sweeping kick which brought his upper down almost below his waist and his heel up to temple height of each shambling corpse catching two fully and turning a third in a circle which he promptly dispatched with a right hook borrowing the momentum of the kick. Then back kicking (looking similar to the manner a horse kicks with its hind legs) another corpse in the abdomen throwing it into the one behind it both landing in a jumble of limbs, continuing the follow-through which involved a large step forward he stomped down on the chest of the first corpse into the chest of the second. Lifting his foot though he found that the top corpse though out of commission had for the moment wedged itself on his foot.