Jurial Plains: Somewhere
A roar echoed throughout the immediate area as Caine ripped the sword from the throat of the Child he faced off against. Caine had howled like a beast, announcing his kill and surrendering a little bit more to his fury. He had tasted blood and death, now his bloodlust would not be satiated until all who opposed them lay dead or dying at their feet. The war drums' beat had heightened and raced as Adrenaline merged and mixed with the black treacly anger. As skin and flesh bubbled at the Child's face, no doubt due to the combination of it's fire breath and Caine's tear at the Child's throat, He stepped back out of instinct rather than personal safety. Fire had such odd effects on beasts like that. A stray glance here caught the Lamia, Iriana, beset by a couple of children. This did nothing but exacerbate Caine's fury. If he had been in a calmer mood, he would have wished her luck. In his current mood, he wished her their ]blood.
As he stepped back, he felt Gilleas brush against him. This merely registered in his mind for a split-second before whipping his head back and realizing it was, indeed, Gilleas, now Shield-less with two Children converging on the Guardian, one aiming for his head, the other his kidney... Whether the thought raced through the enraged Caine's mind or not, it was his turn to get his fellow Legionnaire's back. Caine spun on his heel and caught the weapon of the Child who was aiming for Gilleas's side with his saber. With the saber, Caine pushed downward and away at the weapon, causing the weapon to miss Gilleas, unharmed... One would figure the guardian could protect against a frontal assault to his face. Caine didn't figure that, as he was reacting on instinct and the child after Gilleas's side was the closest... The war drums slowed as Caine took more action.
Following the catching and deflecting of the child's blade, Caine stepped forward to Gilleas's side, savagely rushing and pushing at the child he had engaged, looking to put distance between Caine and the child. To try and put even more distance between the them and the Child, he kicked savagely at what should be the knees of the Child... Caine was too far into his feral fury to distinguish features such as feathers from a harpy or skin from a human. He just saw an enemy. An enemy who was about to die. In such a blood fury, the war-drums pounded their song, urging him to slay, urging him to kill.
With distance hopefully put between them and his Child, Caine grunted a few words to Gilleas, assuming he had evaded the other attack. "You get one, I get th' other," He said, words slurring. Caine's eyebrow was furrowed in anger, his lip twitched, and a vein was throbbing on his forehead, signaling the adrenaline coursing throughout his veins. He growled again, a low, violent sound from him belly, at the Child. Another monstrosity dared to breath on this battlefield, his battlefield. It was taunting him by merely living, by placing itself in front of Caine as if to challenge him. The idea that Caine was actually the one who put himself in front of the Child never crossed his mind. He was too far gone for such rational thought. The beats began to urge and tug at his hands. Kill, kill, kill, they sang rhythmically.
Next, without warning, Caine took a quick step looking to close the distance between the Child and him. Caine proceeded to heft the saber into the air, broadcasting the hew that was to come with the downward swing of the saber. This was a farce however, looking to try and draw attention to the saber. At the same time with the longsword, he quickly whipped it horizontally right to left, hoping the slash would open up the Child's midsection, or at least take the Child's mind off of the saber for a split-second... A split-second was all that he needed to split the Child's head vertically. Each strike was punctuated with a thump of the drums. Whatever the result, Caine shouted something at the creature. It didn't have any tangible form or diction, it was just a wordless shout that had escaped from his mouth.