Azzerad briefly remembered the feeling of fear as the armored man... no, creature, charged forward. He also pondered how his more magically inclined allies would have killed to know how a sword could kill ghosts, but then again they seemed very liberal in their application of murder. All this only took milliseconds to process as his brain was now working overtime. Despite the significant power increase, he was still relying on the same tactics to carry the day. Azzerad would have to switch up his tactics. He practically flew to his left, jumping out of sight as the spirits obstructed the berzerkers view. As soon as he landed he immediately pressed against a larger crypt, hoping the ruse would work.