The undead knights exchanged a glance (another proof of their self-awareness) and did not mindlessly charge at the dwarf. Instead, they sent only two to deal with him, one stayed on guard, and the remaining two moved toward the other companions.
Bruto's heart sank. His provocation clearly failed again; the enemies were much craftier than he had imagined. Simultaneously, he felt a sense of humiliation from being underestimated. Why did the enemies think that just two of them could handle him? The humiliation quickly turned into fury. In a berserk state, the dwarf did not want to waste time thinking; he only wanted to make the enemies pay for that disdain.
