RP:A Harsher Wilderness
"Sabrina meets Mihael, ultimately walking into more than she bargains for and having to be rescued by the closest thing she could consider as friends; Dogma and Desparrow."
Sabrina happens upon a familiar path, the hunt fresh in her mind to soak the day’s worries away. The week’s, really…. Maybe the month. Hell, for arguments sake she just needed to kill something, and would you lookie here. Someone beat her to it..She sighs heavily and stows her bow across her form and proceeds with caution, he smelled a little doggy and dank.
Mihael slumps down onto the corpse of the dragon, the old geezer pulls out his. Pipe and begins to smoke it. He acts completely unaware of the newcomer though in truth it is the opposite. He let out a cloud of smoke that hangs about his body.
Sabrina continues to approach with caution. The male appeared to be young and old in one set but Sabrina never really lingered too long on the appearance of males. Especially when they were sitting on her prize. “Master Hunter… you bleeding these parts or is there more prey further out?”She didn’t care, really. Just needed to know if she was wasting her time, and by now would not turn her back on the large male. Her soft steps of rex-skinned boots stops at the drooling tongue of the recently deceased, at which point she kicks it in the nose to make sure he had indeed been down. One tricky Dragon keeps you checking for a lifetime.
Mihael ignores her and continues to smoke, the lycan has been rather rude of late. After a moment he looks up at her and speak in several voices all at once, " there be more to the north there are. As as bleeding these areas, too lazy I've found myself lately." With that he takes a few more puffs and blows the cloud into the sky.
Sabrina giggles aloud at the way he spoke, and people told –her- her common was bad. She smiles up at him, either because he appeared to lazy to hurt her or uninterested in it, she felt a bit more at ease. “You are an oddity, you know this?” She stalks up the neckline of the Dragon and steals a seat next to the stranger. She reaches in her backpack and pulls out a bottle, holding it out in his direction she announces “Sabrina.” As a sort of gesture she was attempting a social engagement.
Mihael eyes the milk and then the woman then back to the milk. His hand reaches out for a second then withdraws before he takes it. However he eyes her cautiously the whole time. " mr. Oldy you can call us. Unless you figure out something else that I'd perfer."
Sabrina thinks about ‘Mr.Oldy’ and shakes her head. She can tell what he is by the smell and dons him “Wolfy” whether he likes it or not. She pushes the milk into his much larger hand and says “It is just plain old milk, its not gonna kill you.” She giggles and takes out a bottle for herself. It was lunch time anyway. She rummages through the bag and pulls out what appears to be a week’s rations. This hunt was gonna be a big one.
Mihael drinks the milk, almost instantaneously he wavers a bit. " Tish plains olf inshdeefs." One could tell he was drunk already. He looks at the bottle and smashes it on his head, the half broken bottle is then plunged into the dragon. " sshinkish draffon."
Sabrina takes up the rest of the milk with a bewildered expression and hands him something else. “Maybe something else.. less…. Less. For you.” She leans on a shard of broken glass and it splits her hand wide open.
Mihael glares at her, " dunsh you tash dash milfs." He says slowly his hand bringing up the glass bottle. "Dash meets milsh."
Sabrina grabs the bottle anyway, smearing her blood on his hand.
Mihael looks at his hand and licks the blood, " daffs goosh." His piercing eyes lock onto her own. " moorsesh."
Sabrina backs away from Mihael, feeling like she may have just made a dire mistake. She clutches her hand to her chest and slides down the Silver's scales to the ground.
Mihael watches her slide down the strange man somehow went from getting drunk off milk to wanting to taste the woman's blood. " yoosh. Milfs."
Sabrina picks up a piece of the food that slid with her and throws it at Mihael, it also is coated in her fresh wound. She curses broken glass and warns him clearly. “You need to calm yourself, Sir… You need to … Sit.”
Mihael smashes the food out of midair and scarfs it down. He looks at her and begins to shake violently, " moorsh." It seems he is beginning to go into a state of bloodlust.
Sabrina backs away slowly, the ground already rumbling under her feet and the Silver that Mihael is standing on begins to flip opposite her stance as the earth beneath it rolls upward to crush it and its current occupant. Fear had definitely set in.
Mihael he leaps into the air and lands before her. He seems to be seeing double as he grabs to her right and begins to bite. " gosh Jew."
Sabrina recoils and swings her hand fully toward his face. “Get ahold of yourself!” A rustling outside of the sounds of a rolling Dragon are heard on the ground, then a leap through the air is accompanied by a roaring flame of heated hellhound scales and if Mihael would turn, the open maw of a very angry hellish half-breed was closing the short distance. Sabrina’s hero was always watching.
Mihael nimbly dodges he hand, though his attention is quickly turned toward the dragon that is charging him. A grin of happiness appears on the mask he wears and his voices could be clearly heard this time as if he sobered up upon sight. " come to daddy. Let's play a game, let's see who will bleed more?" After those words the ink upon the mask changes to a skull. The ancient lycan begins to charge the dragon head on, his staff held out before him.
Sabrina backs away from the two as they engage in a battle of the brawn. Rohk’s talons extend in some out of the ordinary feline affliction, lengthening the razored edges to ten blackened blades of hellforged death. He takes the spear across armor scaled chest, splintering the piece as it ricochets over his right shoulder and catches fire in a burst of tiny wooden shrapnel. He would land against the Ancient’s charge and pound for pound in the Other’s smaller form Rohk would control the direction of the skin-sizzling tumble. With his quarterstaff rendered useless Rohk decides the fairest answer to the Lycan’s quest for blood was a rather tearing chomp at the first limb that passes close enough to his demon maw.
Mihael grins wider as his staff is rendered useless in a mere second. He drops to his knees and slides under the hellhound. As he does so the lycan grabs hold the pick axes that hang from his waist. Dissing up from behind the beast he turns and clanks the metal together. The chains rattle as he begins to make his move. Hurling the pick axe in his left hand it land into the ground near the hellhound. If one were to notice they would see that the chains are connected to the axes. He pulls on the chains and propells himself forward, his pick axe in his right hand held high ready to stir me at the back of the features neck.
Sabrina would have screamed if she could find her voice, but the Elfess was not used to jekyl-hide personalities in anything other than text. Rohk’s hackles rose, a bad idea since this action spreads those upper scales open for a good hacking, but with all hopes the swift blackened eyes would foresee the next move and he would crouch to the ground, a guttural vibration of hell stirring from inside his chest. He barks up at the propelled humanoid and releases a stagnant acidic cough for him to land in, it was not just the smell that would singe the hairs off the individual, it was the nature of the sputum that would also melt the muscle proteins from human-textured flesh. Rohk backs up cautiously to protect his person who, at present, was simply helpless to help herself.
Mihael sees the spew heading for him, deciding to stop himself the lycan pulls upon the chain again halting himself suddenly in midair while also hurling the right pickaxe sideways. The weapon spinning itself toward the creatures legs in order to imobolize it. While doing so the lycan inhales from his pipe and quickly releases a massive cloud of smoke to render sight near impossible. As he lands the chains rattle, while they give away his position it would also lure the beast closer to his attack in order to bind its legs easier.
Dogma :: The sound of multiple wings slicing through the air could be heard. A massive shadow appeared over the duo as the paladin was flying rather high in the sky. Looking down upon the scene he was curious to see a man attacking a rather odd looking beast. Well at the very least he should attempt to stop the blood shed. It wouldn't solve anything for people to die. Multiple massive wings tucked in against his form as the Avian allowed himself to plummet towards the ground. Flaring his wings out at the last minute the Paladin landed with a rather impressive flair as feathers rained down upon the area. Simple leathers adorned his body the only thing that could truly be found interesting was the odd holy symbol that hung from his neck. And the odd long sword that hung on his hip. The swords sheath was decorated in multiple religious texts and prayers. As the paladin drew his blade a loud ringing noise rang across the area. " The night is nearly over." He stated as he rushed towards the spewing cloud of smoke." the day is almost here." His blade spun for a moment the holy sigils glowing for just a moment as the paladin used the sword to deflect the pick axe away from the beast as he placed himself into the smoke screen." So let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the armor of light!" The paladin started to shine in the darkness a calming wave of energy passing through the area. There was no need for blood shed. No need to be fighting." Peace friend... calm yourself. Or in the name of Sven I'll lay you low. " He had no idea what was going on, but the code stated he must protect everyone no matter what.
Sabrina reaches up under Rohk’s flaming hackles, seemingly unharmed by that flame, to hoist herself astride him. He continues to push back away from the crazed killer and no chains on the surface of creation would make him lead his Elfess toward the danger. He was gone in a puff of cloud and even between their keen eyes they could not see him. Rohk is the first to close his lids, Sabrina following the practice a split second after the link they shared was likely the cause of such synchronization. Both sets of eyes blink open in a flash, what ever it was they were about to do would be interrupted, gladly, by a not-so-knight in fluffed up armor. The relief in it was astounding and it was left to wonder why a Paladin would bother interfering in a fight of beast and beasty. In any case, Sabrina was notably relieved and Rohk released his crouched position so he may better asses who the shyte this dood was.
Mihael lookes toward the flash of metal upon metal, where his pick axe was deflected. He pulls upon the chains and both axes fly toward him where he catches them. He remains silent for a moment thinking to himself and allowing thoughts to wander through their minds where their hunter might be. The lycan inhales again holding his breath while mumbling, suddenly the smoke surrounding everyone bursts into flames. As it clears the smoke screen he spots his new found prey before releasing his lungs to cover the area again. Knowing he probably gave away his own position in doing so, he moves quickly using the sound of cackling flames to cover the sound of his chains rattling. He flanks toward the right nearing the paladin, build hand releases one axe toward him, while the other axe is hurled toward the left. All the while his senses remain alert for any sign of the hell hound and it's owner. All this noise however has awakened Smokey, the hermits pet. While the Phoenix watches on small tendrils of smokey flames exit its mouth.
Dogma gave a scream of pain as the fires suddenly flaired up around him. The pain was horrible but the paladins course was set. " He saved my soul from the pits of hell... And I will live in the light." Another battle prayer a small golden nimbus of power surrounding the paladin as he tried to find the man responsible for the pain of burns that raced across his body. " Peace friend. There is no." And then he heard the whistling of the axe. A sudden pain on the right side and the paladin doubled over his injury... That was enough. His wings started to flair forcing the smoke screen away as his ears, and eyes took in the area. There! The man responsible for this. The avian wasted no time in turning his body, instead his wings lifted him aloft before a powerful flap sent him hurtiling towards the mystical smoke spewing man. His blade raised high towards the heavens and as the sigils started to glow once more he brought the blade down. The only thought running through his mind was he had to Smite the evil of this man. A single powerful blow would be all he launched. He had no want to truly injure the man. Just subdue.
Sabrina shifts lightly in silence, her short shorts doing nothing to protect her from the dwindling flames of the unholy half-breed known as Rohk. He did his best work not harming her at full flame, strangely enough. The hound spies the Lycan in the moment between inhale and exhale and he braces himself to leap forth, however something is holding him back… Right, the stupid girl. Twin tails lash back and forth as he determines if he should help or wait it out. If that Paladin guy won it would be interesting to see what would happen, if the Lycan male won, well… it was headed that place anyways. For now he would wait it out, this effort would at very least reward him with a winded opponent. Rohk winces when the shriek of burnt pain rises from the Avian, better him then Sabrina, as far as the mutt was concerned. He didn’t want to ‘subdue’ he wanted to maim. Possibly maim and torture. Maybe maim torture and kill. He was getting excited all over again as scales reverberated and rekindled his inferno anew.
Mihael is pleased to hear the sound of pain, however he notes that there is only one voice in the air. Soon after the smoke clears as the avian rises to strike him. The lycan looks him dead in the eyes no sign of fear whatsoever. At almost the last second he yanks upon the chains of his left hand pulling his body out of the path of the blade. As soon as he does this he yanks on the chains with his right hand pulling the pick axe back towards him in hope that it would taste the paladins flesh again. Almost instantaneously he releases the chains in his left hand, opening his fist claws greet the avian as they move to tear the mans wrist. No wrist no way to hold the weapon, a price to pay for interfering in his bloodlust. The lycan slides his left foot out slightly to better get leverage and speed on his attack. His right hand remain open and ready to defend any attack he might receive from the man. Smokey rises and makes his way toward the pair slowly, aware that Mihael would strike even him down if he got in the way, though that did not mean the Phoenix would not assist his master. Keeping its distance it releases several jets of flame to the right of Dogma in hopes of keeping the avian from dodging the lycan claws.
Dogma burst into action as soon as his blade missed the male. The avian landed with a single leg pressing against the earth beneath him. A small jump and a sudden flairing of his wings sent the avian above the attack of the axe. Landing the paladin gave himself full to the divine energy pounding through his frame. His arm moved suddenly as if he had no control of the limb. The first slash would come down for the lycan's clawed hand as it came for his wrist. He'd trade a shredded wrist for a severed hand. The sudden gouts of flames that where shot to the right of him had him spinning to the left. His blade a flurry of action as it struck high for the chest, at the last moment the paladin stopped his attack. His form shifting from *Boar rushing the hunter* to the much more devistating * River cuts the bank. His blade would flicker down in a flash of light as his true attack was to cut the male's hips in twain. His or miss the paladin was passed the point of thinking to subdue the beast. * River cutting the bank * quickly turned into * Blade slicing the silk* As he launched a powerful backhanded swing his right foot planted to give him more control and power. The paladin never stopped moving as he assumed the sudden gouts of fire would be following. Another spin his upper left wing lashing out with a powerful stroke to confusion and injure. From under the wing the blade appeared once again a hard straight stab for the chest of the man. " And though you may attempt to drag my soul to hell. As long as I stand I am the light of the world!" At the end of his strike the sigils on his sword lit up once more as a single bullet of divine magic was launched at the end of the attack.
Sabrina is dumped from the beast as he can no longer control his urge to jump in, everyone else was getting a piece of this guy and the mutt wanted his fair share. Sabrina rolls back, staying in her little pocket of safety on the outskirts of the demolition going on main-stage. She curses loudly, her bloodied hand caking over in salty Rynvalian soil. She screams at Rohk not to jump in but the fiery jets enshroud her voice, hindering her protest as useless as she. She pounds her good fist to the ground and rises, looking on as Rohk leaps forth, her right hand pulling upward to lift the ground to his feet as he ran upward to Mihael’s position. The hound would jump between Avian and falling jetstreams to keep what attacks he could away from the savior. Rohk’s eyes were on that birdy, he would match flame for flame if he had to, and Sabrina was helpless to do more than unearth those ledges for him to stand on. The debris falling from the lifted rock would begin to swarm in a cloud that would grow larger and thicker as the battle commenced. Rohk saw what was coming, and so, he bided her time to both gather the spinning dust devils and help distract Smokey’s aim.
Desparrow saw the older Lycan get ganged up on and that wasn't a fair fight! Starting as a low growl his voice rose in volume until it was a roar demanding the respect he deserved as Alpha male. Already he was upon the others, seeing Rohk, Sabrina, Mihael and then Dogma, whom was his intended target. With evil beating in his heart his aura expanded, the magic user releasing the ethereal binds that he had put in place to restrain him. It would appear as several chains and the audible clink of their breaking was very audible. The second the last one was released a massive outflow of that same ethereal fog overtook the area like a tidal wave. With the pink fog now everywhere Des had the tool of destruction all over. With laughter he manipulated the mana that was the fog, rising up in plumes before in the sky it became dark and a veil of shadow was cast down on the group and when they were enveloped in this all-encompassing sheet of night (if they were), it would trap them and each would know the true meaning of darkness as it would first block their line of sight before it blinded them; the second sense to go would be their hearing. And even after that would be the whispers that seemed to bore into the head, the maddening whispers that laced the mind with deep seated fears and cast doubts into even the most astute and strong-willed. At last would be the feeling of despair that would beat against the resolve of those caught in the spell. Perhaps it would halt the fighting and they would each be fighting their own fears, their own nightmares while Des felt the iron-clad hoof beats of horses trample his brain due to the mass exertion of his will on reality. Blood began to flow from his nose and ears before weakness struck his body and he collapsed to just watch the results of his spell.
Mihael catches his pick axe as it misses it's intended target upon see the avians body motion he moves his right arm downward to block the blade from severing his waist, a grin spreads as he feels his claws taste flesh. A thick feeling of urgency catches his hold however and he leaps to his right toward the flames to use as cover from the divine power. Running along the column of flames he goes to slash at the paladins throat with his pick axe but again another overwhelming feeling takes hold and he leaps backward calling to his pet. Smokey was was about to engage the hellhound takes flight to the sky. Mihael hurls his pick axe to the Phoenix who catches it and lifts him up. Mean while the old man yanks on the chains with his left arm to bring his weapon back to him. As he climbs a fog takes over the area, with a sense of urgency he swings himself back and forth to fling his body upon Smokeys back. His eyes search behind him and above, knowing well enough the Phoenix is searching in front and below. He readies himself for an attack but soon spots a body about to collapse. He could not very well leave someone to perish in this darkness who was rendered helpless. "Sigh" he utters in several voices before he dives toward the body to rescue it. " smokey get the woman, she does not seem to be a combatant." With a growl the beast closes it's wings and flies with sudden speed to save the woman. As Mihael touches down he rolls arms out reached to grab the body and take off. The fog quickly closing in upon him before it covers his body. He could only hope he grabs the body in time to leave this thickness.
Dogma turned and barely dodged the axe blade that sought his flesh. The leather tunic and divine light surrounding taking the brunt of the blow. And then man was away trying to escape the battle... Thank the gods it was coming to an end. Finally the paladin noticed the pink mist about the area. The sudden darkness blanketing the world around them . His form turned as he looked at his newest ally and battle companion the hell beast. " Warrior animal to your friend. Make haste. " The paladin could still feel the rightous fury pounding through his mind and body as he flew to aid the woman that he had joined the fight to protect. He stopped a few feet from her his blade,*The good Book* , was rammed into the ground. From around his neck he grasped the holy symbol tearing it from its simply rope bindings. " Though the armies of darkness do besiege me, my heart will not fear, though war break out against me , then then I will be confident in the light of the world. " The first battle prayer ripped from his lips as the divine magics would settle over the woman. The avian was running on his last leg . No man was ment to channel the god's favor for this long but he had a job to do." Ma'am I think its time we departed... Or at least yourself..." The paladin kneeled down one hand on the holy smbol the other on the blade. " The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men." He started to glow as his first sense was stolen from him by the foul miasma of magic. " Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. " In the darkness the paladin starts to glow as his god used him as a conduite to the world." And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers." Now the paladin was standing in one hand his sword. The other the holy symbol still his eyes closed in prayer as his body started to break down from the magic coursing through him." And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you!" Around the trio, Dogma, Sabrina, and the hell hound, The miasma of darkness was pushed away. The paladin glowing like the sun against the darkness of the night.
Sabrina had already done the work of bringing the dirt devils into the arena, Rohk makes sure he makes a wide enough path as they move to converge centrally to all the drama. The Elfess no sooner brings them almost to their places than does Desparrow let out an attack that blankets all she could see. Rohk double-steps, barely catching the frantic rising of foot-path Sabrina manages to lurch upwards, and twin tails tag each devil in turn, setting those twisted vortexes aflame. The sand trapped therein is super heated, and the swirling motion shoots sideward’s and upward slivers of molten glass as the hounds heat disperses through them evenly. The pink cloud begins to settle downward, having no effect on the hound, however by the time it reaches the girl it is too late and Rohk is still to high up. The heavy beasty cannot fly, despite the urging of this holy freak of nature who thought an order such as that would be followed, and he can’t hitch a ride on said birdy either, that bastard was sent to rescue the stupid girl. Rohk tucks his head into his shoulder and makes sure he will come to land on the inferior magi-monkey that cast the spell that befalls everyone. It would seem there was a collision course in order between Mihael, Desparrow, and Ro. He would land in a crushing two-ton pile directly where Desparrow collapsed to catch his breath and his brain buzz. Sabrina covers pointed ears, crouching down with a shrill cry that would fall deafly upon the grounds. Every risen earth she raised would fall in silent thundering doom around the entire arena. A phoenix would swoop downward, hurdling at her small crouched body as the sky began to fall with rock, splintered glass, pink fog, and a blanket of blind deafness. And then there was light. Her eyes squint upwards to the Paladin who appeared through everything that enveloped her, and a faint glow tears through the darkness right as his justice is delivered. In all Sabrina’s serenity she hadn’t the wit to contemplate what tumble would come next of Massive Phoenix, praying Paladin, and frail River Elf.
Desparrow felt the grasp of Mihael on his body but all he could see was a haze over his eyes. All he knew was that he had just cast a major spell but he wasn't done. Nowhere near it in fact. Although he was bleeding from everywhere he could but his eyes he wasn't deterred to keep going. If the ether was just allowed to sit those that would breathe it in would be magically altered, and the soil would be as well, in fact anything organic breathing this in would have the potential to mutate for the better or worse. A low growl escaped his throat as he pushed from Mihael's arms and rolled across the ground before he could be taken to the air. "This fight ends here!" the lycan roared at the group while in the process of heated glass slicing through his bare chest leaving bloody streaks across his body. From his pocket he procured a small flask of special tea that gave him the ability to focus when he had overexerted himself. Popping off the top he downed every last drop and in moments following he felt the hooves recede and the bleeding slowly halted while clarity came to his eyes once more. "Alright this truly ends now." All of his focus was poured into this next move and the fog began to roil furiously until it appeared like a whirlpool over the land that obscured the view, crawling and absorbing the land in its thickness. Staring down at his left fist he was trembling shaking with the view that he was depicting from his mind and from his mind did he influence reality. Silence befell the place until a thunderous quake shook the ground beneath the pink fog and a large plume rose up, firing into the air connected by a massive trail. In seconds it had ignited into fire, and following it were several more spouts that drew off their source until they had absorbed all of the released ether and were on a crash course trajectory with the Paladin. Several of them had died as the lycan couldn't keep up with the magic and even more struck each other and created minor explosions before they too subsided. In the end only one remained and as it streaked in a nonlinear path the head of this bolt of fire opened, taking upon itself the visage of a large serpent that threatened to engulf the avian in a sphere of scathing heat. It was then that Desparrow fell unconscious and the spell shortly thereafter burned itself out. "
Mihael growls as he is pushed away from Desparrow. In doing so he leaps forward and avoids collision with the hellhound. Lifting his axes he spots the new attack and let's out a sigh, the lycan begins to charge toward the elf. His pipe begins to glow as he puffs always from his pipe. Smokey pulls up toward the sky before spinning and diving back toward Sabrina, in doing so it lets out a huge breath of smoke. The instant the smoke is released Mihael blows out the smoke and mutters to himself as he enters the cloud. Suddenly he drops from the smoke the Phoenix had just let loose. He touches down and grabs the woman, a sudden rush of fear strikes him upon touching her flesh. For but a second he is frozen before he lakes a puff and let's out more smoke. At this point Smokey had already started making his way toward the sky again. "Be still, I mean you no harm." He says before the pair vanish into the smoke to reappear upon his pets back. " stay calm, Smokey will take you to safety." With that the lycan leaps off and dives towards the ground his arms pulled back before he launches his pick axes toward the hellhound. Each axe falls beside the creature and the hermit pulls the chains to propell himself forward narrowly dodging one of the attacks from Desparrows new spell. As he touches down beside the creature another cloud of smoke is emitted however another of the attacks lands there aswell kicking up dust dirt and glass. There is no sign on life amongst the cloud of dust, though as it clears it could be seen that Mihaels body lays upon the creatures, the lycan back is covered in shards of glass. He falls to his knees and coughs blood, " that way." He says tithe hellhound as he points toward Smokey. With that he spits out blood and yells out loud as he grabs a chain and uses the chain to grind against his back to rip and tear the shards of glass out of his body. After he runs toward the spellcaster to move his body to safety stumbling as he does so with blood running down his mouth and chin. Mihael falls just before he reaches the body with a huge fit of coughs he spews blood everywhere his body lies next to the strangers. " curse you." He utters to the unconscious man. He pulls himself up to his knees and begins to mutter, puffing away he lets out smoke again before he collapses atop the man, the lycan hermit now unconscious from blood loss can do no more.
Dogma could feel his body slowly giving out on him. The divine energies ripping his body to shreds and pieces. It was time for the last prayer to save him." The night is nearly over; the day is almost here. so let us put aside the deeds of darkness and put on the light of armor." With his final prayer the Avian threw his holy pendant in front of him. A small wall of light to block the attack. But he knew it wouldn't be enough the paladin threw himself into the sky. As the attacking flame serpent slammed into the wall of light it held just long enough for the avian to get out of harms way... Though not enough to stop the severe burns that already covered his body from reheating. Seeing the lycan's sudden change of heart the paladin would watch as desparrow also passed out... well at least that one way to solve this little tiff.... Quickly the avian flew through the air then landed besides the injured lycan." Peace friend... I mean you know harm..." He brought his hands up... The sword being tucked, once more into its sheath, and he laid his healing hands upon the man. Sadly the divine magic was too much for him at the moment. If the healing went through it wouldn't be a pretty image as the lycan's wounds would seem to tranfer to the Paladin. With his act of good will done the avian would once more launch himself into the sky. A shower of blood and feathers as he departed.... The fighting was over... The wounds where healed... Now he just had to ensure that the woman wasn't injured... Inside his chest he could feel his heart hammering the adrenaline quickly flagging... he was so tired... No! His convictions stood strong he wouldn't stoop to those magics in order to gain more power. And with that thought... He simply followed the smokey phoenix... getting the hell out of dodge.
Sabrina is given no choice as she is taken and flung ‘pon back of soaring feathered beasty. She peers back to make sure Rohk would be ok, and so, after some show of mercy the hound was directed to follow. The massive beasty pushes himself from the ground, uncaring of any of those here and he chases after her, crimson eyes vortexed upward to find the bright flaming contrast against the night sky. Just like Frostmaw, Sabrina, would not be permitted to travel to Rynvale alone again. This world was getting smaller. The hound made mental note of everyone here, and with all hopes would beat the Avian tight on her trail.