[Funkduder]

Thoughts raced through his mind just as his eyes raced for the other piece of his broken sword. Night couldn't just run back to grab the hammer without facing the scythe, and if the other was as good with the scythe as he was with the sword, or if the scythe caused the hurricane of blood, he wouldn't be able to get past him without another fatal cut. Ergo, he looked for the other piece of the blade. Although broken, it was still sharp, and he cold use it to defend himself better than with only a shield....
Then he puased and thought for a moment, noticing the man in black, snaking towards him through the warriors either fighting or dead....fighting ... He looked at the nearest dead body and muttered "You weapon is required, comrade" as he stole his iron axe. It hand a wooden handle but looked stable and even had to edges.

He stood, feeling better defended as he saw his opponents through the chaos and carnage.