He smirked at the elf, before taking his sword in two hands and holding it in front of his face, and asked for a power boost for the first time since he had discovered he was a divine champion. "Lady Tiamat, thy boon; for today..."<br/><br/>He exhaled in delight as raw power suffused him, and felt his blood rising. "Is a good day... to be a<em>monster</em>."<br/><br/>He flipped the sword about in a backwards hold, his senses fully expanded, ready for war. At the sound of the horn, he flash stepped toward the mage, stopping on the side furthest from the mage's allies, and brought his shield up and braced it. He then grabbed the latent energies in the two claymores in the shield, and twisted in a now familiar action, and ignited them, blasting several hundred tiny ball bearings of cold iron out from their casings in the shield, turning the area in front of him into an horror show as they ripped through the air at several thousands of feet per second, covering the short distance between him and the attackers in less time than it had taken to activate the explosives.