Siana/Jareth/Carolina
He felt the edge of rage burning off, and with it, his adrenaline. Battle without rage was rote, meaningless. As the berserk wore off, his attacks slowed and thoughts returned. He looked at Banes, on the ground with the nameless woman and cursed.
There wasn't much in his class skill set that he could use; his Fell abilities would be better here, but he was under strict orders not to use them. A losing battle, then.
"Fuck." His ax dug into the the coil and stuck. He twisted it before removing it and the beast screeched, recoiling.