Koreshian Surestrike Berserker warrior looked between the clearly dysfunctional trio that he found himself allied with and then back down the tunnel to the screeching sound of the iron wall the orcs were once more pushing to grind them all to dust. The death mage made his skin crawl and Gerald’s words were not much better as they were an order to blasphemy his religion. Those who follow Brom might make retreats but to out and out cut and run was not in them. As for the Queen he would let these two men sort that out. One stunk of death and the other stunk of elf and the chieftain of the wolf nomads cared not for that.<br/><br/>So right there he resolved to do several things: first he was about to send that orc hoard screaming to meet their maker, second he was going to send Gerald to sort it out with that death seer sans a certain barbarian’s presence, and lastly when this was done he was going home and gutting a certain Jarl and being done with it. There was a certain gleam in his eyes when he looked back to the King not sure if he had ever seen one of Brom’s when the desperation forced the Berserker out. “Go sort that out” he bobbed his head back toward the retreating Queen and her dark escort “I will slow up these then be right behind you.”<br/><br/>With each word he spoke the barbarian’s voice became more chilling to the soul yet seemed to possess an odd heat. The look in his eyes seemed to cause them to virtually glow.  And the short hairs on the backs of necks stood on end. The retreating death mage and Queen could surely feel it and Gerald would be struck by what it is like to be in the presence of a god’s temporary Avatar. Berserkers legends tell of the fierce shock troops of the barbarians who in times of stress can call on the god Brom’s strengths to be virtually immune to pain and possessing of strength beyond human comprehension. Now they often die once they come down from the high of bearing a god’s will but it is very impressive till then.<br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer the massive mound of muscle and bad intentions turned toward the approaching metal wall with an orc hoard behind it. Gerald would either take his advice or not but Koreshian was far beyond the touch of higher thought now. The only thing he could think of in his fogged and obsessive mind was crush his enemies. “BROM!” screamed from his lips once more as he turned and charged the metal plate that was bearing down on them. Bane held parallel and nearly touching the floor. His thick shoulders collided with the metal plate and there was the crunching sound of Koreshian’s bones breaking while the spike at the head of the great battle ax slid under the scant edge of the metal plate.<br/><br/>The big man paid no attention to his own broken collar bone as he let out a grunt and wrenched the shield wall to a stop and twisted it in the passage so it could not be slid any more. A great din rose up on the other side of the barrier as the wall ground to a halt and physics took over. Those orcs in back were caught pressing against their fellows in front who were now trapped against the shield wall. And with the weight of numbers the orcs began to slowly exterminate one another using the press of their own bodies.<br/>