Receiving the much needed aid from the remaining warbands, Zaraki finally had the chance to reorganize their lines. "Give me that," he grabbed the banners of the Drakhars and the Darkhariss family. On each of his hand was a banner.
Looking like an easy target, a few enemies tried to take his life but they were all sent flying away by him. Spinning the two banners in his hands, Zaraki charged forward. With a quick thrust of the banners which had pointed tips on its poles, he skewered two enemy soldiers and raised them up high in the air.
His muscles strained in stress due to the force that they were subjected to. With a roar, he hurled the corpses towards the charging enemies and disrupted their charge. Twirling around the banners, he disarmed a few of them before bashing them with the length of the pole. Zaraki spun around and cleared a more than two meters in diameter circle around him.