Artholath snarled, glaring at Ionathan in hatred from deep flaring blue eyes. Unfortunately, enough time was wasted for whatever advantage he would have from surprise to be gone. He could already see looks coming in his direction from the corner of his eyes. The battle had indeed left him scarred, more than the pesky dwarf from earlier had. It was no longer to his advantage to continue.

Letting one more snarl, he summoned quick ice shards to his fingers and blasted them at Ionathan and the sage and whomever else may have been coming in his direction without much accuracy, an act intended to distract instead of damage, while running at inhuman speed towards the nearest alley.

[i]Save death for another day...[/i]