[i]Treyman danced across the field, his blade slicing away at Volatile Runners that would come for him. Whenever they jumped up high to take him on, he would duck and slash the air above him. When they came from the sides, he swiped the blade across his visage and drove it into another; He wasn't even paying attention to what was around him, he was too busy in a mindless frenzy of murder of the Infested. [/i]