[i]In front of him, a large armored man erupting with flame walked to the Gates, but stopped when he felt the presence of the new threat. He knew that presence. Not the figure's presence, but that which emanated from him. That of Hell. The Wolf of God sighed. He wanted to go out, to wade through the attackers and bring the Wrath of God upon them. But, his priority dictated that he fight this new threat, and so he would. He turned to face the man, his face set for truly letting loose. No quarter would be drawn for the warrior from Hell.[/i]