[Valan Quinn]

He could feel his sword dig deeper and deeper into the corroded hide of the beast. Though he expected the ghoul to simply flail and die, it continued to press it's attack. What was going on? How was this possible? Valan could only look on with horror as a stiff blow plowed through his beloved sword, breaking it cleanly in two. A tear could have almost come to his eye as his only defense and his most prized possession was annihilated in one fell swoop. Before he could react, chilling, oozing hands wrapped themselves around the swordsman's neck. He could feel his strength and will leave him. The strength of his legs wavered as a mouth of toxic fangs came eerily close to his throat. He closed his eyes tight.

"Thump!" The weight of the attack was gone. A ear shattering shriek reached Valan as the cleaved beast flew through the air and landed violently on the floor. He looked up with awe at Brendan as his Claymore dripped with thick, black goo. "In the brain, huh?" he screamed inside his mind. "That would've been great to know before hand!" Scrambling to his feet, Valan scanned their area around him, reassessing the situation. As his companion said, the grotesque creature still squirmed and crawled on the floor, craving his flesh. To his left, Kevin could be seen battling the last creature. He seemed to have everything under control, but behind him was the ghoul that had been shot with a bolt previously. It was still alive, well not alive- but moving, and was making it's way towards Kevin with obvious intentions.

A burning rage overcame Valan. Perhaps it was the heat of battle having an effect on him, or maybe it was the outrage of having his rapier broken. In any case, he charged at the crawling creature, the hilt still tightly gripped in his right hand. It's unlikely the thing ever saw him coming. Val's leathered left hand violently gripped the head of the ghoul, using his full weight to drive it to the floor. He pulled back his right hand, pointing the jagged tip of his sword toward the ghoul's head. "Aaaaahh!" he belowed, like a berseker. He thrusted his arm downwards, his eyes red with ferocity. He wanted to bury the jagged edge into the temple of this abomination. Twist, turn, and churn until it wouldn't move any longer.