While his companions were sent off to the Ticklebelly Hills to vex the efforts of the Cult of the Dragon, Ghelvid asked Red Tail to remain behind, using his particular skillset to get as many more refugees out of the city as possible.
Borrowing a breastplate liberated from one of the "Tears of Virulence", the Katta (or Shaaran name for Tabaxi), slips in and out of the tunnels and over the walls as often as possible. Just after dusk on the first evening, he sits and waits for a patrol to approach, move past, and then fall beneath his great blade.
Climbing back into the trees, he sees the outline of Sokol Keep in the distance, and wonders how his companions are faring as he remembers what they found beneath the island.
(A memory within a memory)
Beneath Sokol Keep-
As the zombie practically disintegrates before him, Red Tail nearly loses his grip on his weapon in surprise.
For a brief second, his mind journeys back to the days when he first learned of the tactic he had honed over the years, and had finally put into practice at the forgotten temple of Cyric, and now against these strange foes..
Thinking to the past, he remembered the dwarven ranger Harsk... Red Tail had spent alot of time watching Harsks's combat style..how he often sacrificed precision for raw power.
That'd be effective as all hells with my blade the tabaxi had thought on many occasions.
Red Tail remembered the basic technique from his earliest days with the sword. The Packmaster who trained whelps considered it a personal favorite, though he used a huge Axe..He called the technique: "Wrath of the Bear", while the Pathwarden swordmain who constantly drilled new recruits like to call it: "Skaptis's Storming Stand".
Regardless of what it was called, it worked, though it did require caution. Too much heft and the blade would skip right off an armored foe like a flat rock on water, just enough heft would shear through armor like a ballista bolt.
Suddenly pulling himself back to the present, the felid warrior uses the momentum from his cleaving blow to help propel himself as he bounds across the room to aid Kythrie as more zombies and skeletons shamble from the alcoves of the forbidden tomb.
As he roars like a lion, Red Tail decides he will call this technique "GRANDFATHERS HAMMER!" as he slices another reanimated skeleton in two, shattering the slime coated bones with the sheer force of the blow.
(Back to the present)
Chuckling to himself as he remembers Cricket pushing the idol to the ground and Morg smashing it to bits, he feels the wind on his whiskers move, and his ears twitch as he hears the clank of armor as another patrol approaches, most likely to investigate the disappearance of the first.