Grey hues narrowed upon the figure of the Lord Demise, brows knitting in a mixture of subtle anger and disgust. "Reinne chose me for a reason, Demise." Those words were cold and menacing, even as the Blackthorne Warrior struggled to regain his composure, " ... If she did not believe I could walk through the lands of darkness and bring back her son, she would not have sent me." Einar watched as Vahn stalked away, his head shaking but slightly at the arrogant foolishness of the man. How many Blackthorne soldiers could navigate through Darkthorne territory? How many knew how to act, what to say, and where to go while in the lion's den? And who, Einar thought, would fight through Hell itself to bring back Reinne's child? The warrior knew the answers, and knew the reasons for Reinne's decision.
' Einar, the amulet...remember the amulet. Grip it whenever you have need of me....grip it and I will never be far away..'
The warrior's eyes widened in recognition and surprise, the voice of his Queen whispering ever so softly in his ear. The Knight looked down, a gauntlet-kissed hand rising up to grip the amulet around his neck. As he did, he closed his eyes and the presence of his Queen washed over him. The slightest of smiles lighted the Knight's lips, the aura of Reinne offering the Knight strength.
"I will go and tell them what you have spoken ..."
"Wait." Einar spoke, taking a step towards the Lady Dragonheart. "That won't be necessary ... not anymore." For, even as Einar savored the presence of his Queen, he could sense the dread she experienced. He could sense the fear and the horror of recognition; she too had felt the surge within Darkthorne. She too had witnessed the effects of their returned might. She knew what was coming at her, she knew what evils she was about to face ...
T'was then that Vahn's cry reached the Knight-Protector's ears and the warrior's eyes flashed up to see Lord Demise thrashing about this way and that, fighting an unseen enemy. Softly, the warrior cursed as he looked about, trying desperately to find the reason for Vahn's reaction. It only took moments for Einar to realize what it was, only moments for a life full of memories to return to him and give him the answer. The Crystallis. Another curse fell from those lips, and for a moment Einar considered leaving Vahn behind. The man was already proving foolhardy in his anger and in his conclusions about the warriors alongside him. However, Einar was not the man to leave a fallen comrade behind.
Orbs of grey flashed to Raven, "Watch my back - this must be done quickly." And with that, black lines began to spider-web over the pale flesh of the warrior, his body growing in size as claws and canines extended from his flesh, blood trickling from the growing wounds. Hair began to protrude from face and knuckles, jaw grew larger - in moments, Einar was the White Wolf once more, the savage and fearless warrior who was relentless in battle. One large hand rose up, gripping the amulet around his neck, the compassion and courage of Reinne comforting the warrior as he charged forwards into the epicenter of the Crystallis' assault. Eyes, now turned brilliant silver, flared in pain and anger as the crystal attacked his mind, forcing images of the mangled and torn bodies of Einar's victims to rise up around him, of Magnus Darkthorne striding towards him.
" ... AAAAAAAAAARGH!"
The beastial, savage howl ripped from Einar's lips as the Wolf charged ahead, fighting the crystal with every stride - and then the White Wolf would thrus himself forwards, headed towards Vahn, all in order to tackle the Lord Demise and send both Wolf and Man stumbling away from the crystal's range.