OOC- Unfortunately we live in a European football playing country but i think the size is about the same.
IC- The dead were like a beacon of light reaching through the haze to Glaudio, everything about them exited him, from the sluggish movement to the stench of death they were his reason to live. From then on nothing else mattered, he didn't see Esiphas throw the knife, he didn't feel the pain of his injuries, he didn't hear the howl escaping from his lungs as he began to charge. Blade rising above his head as he ran, heart pounding in his chest, bared muscles flexing. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, that every charge could be his last, it was time to kill.