"Brother!" Kelvin's voice cut through the haze of rage like a blade through cloth. "Don't go alone! We're with you!"
Satou barely registered the words, his consciousness almost entirely consumed by berserker fury, but some part of his tactical mind understood. His companions were engaging the enemy too, taking advantage of the chaos he'd created by breaking their formation.
Grimnir charged into a cluster of robed figures that had been trying to flank Satou, his massive war axe cleaving through two of them in a single devastating swing that split them from shoulder to hip. He roared a battle cry that echoed across the battlefield like thunder, his eyes blazing with the same fury that drove Satou forward.
These enemies had hurt his Leader. Had tortured him in ways Grimnir couldn't even fully comprehend despite Kelvin's attempts to explain what nightmare realm torture entailed. For that crime against his blood, they would pay in screams and blood and broken bodies.
