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Hans paced anxiously back and forth through the rows of tents, a viscous scowl hidden under his helm. This entire place just felt wrong and it put him on edge. For once he wished he had a sword so that he could sit sharpening it instead of anxiously pacing back and forth. What he really wanted, though, was some action. This inactivity was driving him mad and he desperately wanted to fight something, anything really. If it wasn't for the fact that he knew better we would have been tempted to start a brawl in camp. For what was could have easily been the hundredth time that day he bent down on one knee and started offering silent prayers. Most of the time he wasn't even certain what prayer he was saying, that was how muddled this place made his mind, but the act of praying brought him at least some peace. Standing up he saw the High Priest, Verza Juno, entering camp. Hans bowed as he passed, slamming his fist against his breastplate with a loud CLANG in salute. Hopefully this would mean some action.

"Light the Pyre!" Hans heard Verza, "The Battle begins! The dark will be illuminated!"

Hans grabbed his hammer, Dämons Fluch, and flung it up over his head with one arm, a feet many of his peers would have struggled with even using both arms, let outing a bestial roar of righteous fury, the sound distorted and coming out more menacingly as it left his helm. Now was finally the time for battle! The time for them to vanquish these Demon scum and send them back to the pits of hell which had spawned them! Hans let out another roar, this one louder than the last, for good measure!