Thanks to the LOADed file, he had a bit of insurance as he headed in with caution chucked to the wind. Under his berserk, all he knew was that he had to respond to aggression with aggression. The upside was added threat... he could take a beating.

The sparks flew in their gold and red as he brought that hammer around, shaping odd ghostly saw blades to couple with the hearty swing of a Fell Cleave. All that armor needed to go down piece by piece, shorn off if need be.