The massive mound of barbarian muscle inclined his head and his blue eyes took on a gleam that seemed to glow from an internal fire. One could not say if Gerald had ever seen a Berserker before but he was seeing one now. Koreshian gripped Bane in both hands and took deep and steady breaths as every muscle in his body seemed to bulge and cord more and more.  At last he turned his heated gaze toward the entrance of the cavern that was back lit by magma light as he gripped the great ax Bane in an across his body two handed hold. Koreshian drew a deep breath and bellowed “BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!”<br/><br/>The name of the god of war was still echoing through the caverns when the massive mound of bad intentions darted in amongst the humans and orcs with a speed that was hard to believe for a man of that size.  A human and an orc died before they had probably even realized they were under attack their blood sprayed across cavern walls and some over the edge of the pit to sizzle below. The next orc was just reaching for his sword when Bane took him diagonally from left collar bone to right hip. Another had time to bring his pole ax up only to have the haft shatter and Bane continue on through to remove his face. Another of the beasts was rising when the spike at the head of the haft planted between his eyes. Five were dead in but three heart beats but now the remaining eight had time to react and were descending on the axman.  Real to the death between true warriors after all tended to be swift and brutal and not very majestic.<br/>