"You must be kidding me," Oryx complained as flaming arrows began to thud against the wooden cabin. "Fire. Why did it have to be fire!"

The Vanguard rushed over to Cewri and Celeste, healing his hands the best he could with what focus he could muster as he helped the big half-giant pin down the possessed woman. Oryx laid his hand over Celeste's face and began chanting, reciting whatever came to mind. The chanting wasn't every nessicary, but he felt like it got him in the zone faster.

Blue and white energy pulsed through his arm as Celeste still thrashed beneath them. The energy traded hosts, leaving Oryx's arm and entering Celeste through her mouth. This would hopefully free here from her puppeteer. Hopefully.

"We have two options," Oryx suggested. "We can stay here and put out the blaze and end the damned archer outside, or we can make like tree-folk and leaf!"

Just then another arrow pierced through another window and hit Oryx square on, shattering through his back and lodging in the emptiness of his rib cage. The Vanguard caught to the flame instantly. Luckily, he could not feel it.

"By the Seven! Damnit, I'll be right back."

Oryx ran to his canteen, entirely aflame as he left little blazes with every step. The old jug of water was just where he had left it, right next to his old sword. The Vanguard opened the container and poured it's contense all over him...to no effect.

"Oh," he muttered, " well that is odd."