[Namur doesn't bother posing as he lands. He just rips through the floorboards and gets enough traction with his hands to spin into a group of fighters with both feet in the air. He lands in a crouch.]
Smells like these boys need a shower after shittin' theirselves anyway.
[Oh, there are axes along the wall here. Well then, don't mind if he do.]
[Namur grabs an axe in each hand and swings them haphazardly into a knot of reinforcements. It's clear he has no idea what he's doing, other than making sure the pointy end slashes into the other guys, but he puts enough power into them that it makes a grand mess anyway. His pupils begin to dilate as the smell of blood begins to fill the air, making him euphoric.]
C'mon, bro! Race y' topside!
[He laughs, perhaps a little maniacally, and throws his shoulder into another group to push them back toward the entry.]
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Smells like these boys need a shower after shittin' theirselves anyway.
[Oh, there are axes along the wall here. Well then, don't mind if he do.]
[Namur grabs an axe in each hand and swings them haphazardly into a knot of reinforcements. It's clear he has no idea what he's doing, other than making sure the pointy end slashes into the other guys, but he puts enough power into them that it makes a grand mess anyway. His pupils begin to dilate as the smell of blood begins to fill the air, making him euphoric.]
C'mon, bro! Race y' topside!
[He laughs, perhaps a little maniacally, and throws his shoulder into another group to push them back toward the entry.]