Seth was quite busy calming the panicking, soaked woman, while still trying to remain some decency by throwing on his cowl and trying to shake himself off, and keep an eye on the drake and the mage/warmaiden at the same time. It worked out semi-well- he managed to get his cowl back up, but also prevented the woman from drying herself any amount by spraying her with some droplets from his own outfit, and at the same time, took note of the angry drake in the distance, roaring and smashing the water with its front legs.

He also passively took note of the sharp pointy spear the Phoenix liked to swing about flying towards him. His eyes widened; a yelp escaped his lips as he jerked to the side. A quick save, too- the edge just brushed his receding shoulder, cutting through his leather/silk/cloth outfit with alarming ease, cutting a somewhat medium deep slice into his shoulder before he could get it out of the way. The spear continued down to pin the water-laden maiden's lower dress to the ground, slicing through it just as easily. Fortunately for her, she had now been spread-eagle on the ground, or losing a leg might have been the more serious event that happened.

No time to think- he had to stop this bloody painful steel-cut. It hurt worse than a papercut! He did pause to yank out the spear and toss it to the side somewhat clumsily- he had no idea how it was to actually be used, heavy as it was.

And in the distance, the drake roared again, sniffed the air and started crashing through the forest, as if it had smelled something tastier. Humans weren't that tasty, right? Maybe deer were more attractive in the tastebuds' eyes, or maybe a boar.