Yips and growls rumbled from the darkness of the trees around as Azazel's shadow born hounds prowled the area. Heading Maria word, Azazel stepped out of the hut and observed silently as she chanted in some harsh language and cast a spell out onto the ground, eventually burning away into fire. With a sword in hand and vigilance in his eyes, Azazel stepped away from the light of the flames and began to move through the forest. "Leaving sounds like a fair enough plan to me." He declared, setting a path for himself through the woods and to higher ground. But not before picking up and submerging the end of a branch into the flames to use and a makeshift torch, and possibly a deterrent to monsters. "Right then...Tally ho..." Spat Azazel, not looking forward to the likely to be rigorous journey to safety.