[color=ForestGreen][center][h1]Vamon[/h1][/center][/color]
[center][color=ForestGreen]Location:[/color] Alleyway Battle[/center][center][color=ForestGreen]Interacting With:[/color] Guthrie, Sala & Vala, shadow fiend, Spencer[/center]

[color=ForestGreen][I]“Yes!”[/I][/color] Vamon thought as the acid bomb shattered against the creature. But his excitement quickly faded as it turned its attention towards him. The beast seemed almost entirely unaffected by the acid, shaking it odd and growling at him. The beast suddenly lunged at him, and for a moment Vamon thought he was going to meet a similar fate as the beasts first victim. But all of a sudden, a burning blade came flying and struck the creature in the side. It seemed distracted for a moment, and Vamon used the small window to sidestep most of the attack. A claw caught itself on his cloak, tearing it from his back. He felt his stomach drop for a moment, the reality starting to sink in. If he wasn’t careful here, he was going to die. But he was surprised to hear a voice giving him some advice.

[color=ForestGreen]“WELL I DON’T THINK I HAVE ANY OF THOSE KINDS OF ATTACKS SO IF YOU DO THAT WOULD BE GREAT![/color] He yelled, glancing over to see the girls from the tavern, joined by the large man and his dog. He felt a little relived to see the man here, he seemed like a much more capable warrior. The girls less so, but they were holding potions producing light, which was useful. Once Vamon was able to get a good look at the creature, he realised that he had no idea what the creature was. He usually prided himself on knowing a lot about everything, but it seemed that this was something beyond his area of study. He made a mental note to research into this thing if he managed to survive. But he was a little confused, the flaming sword was a lifesaver but who had thrown it? And that was helpful, but he was still in a pretty bad situation, especially without any fire… 

[color=ForestGreen]“Wait, fire attacks…”[/color] He reached into his bag and rifled through his objects, hoping he still had some left. He pulled out a small jar that he had been using to keep the oil for his burners and his lamps. There was a small amount left in the bottom, but it might be enough. He opened it, being careful to keep an eye on the creature, before throwing the oil at it. Sadly, the sword hadn’t stuck into the creature or it might have already lit the oil. But now all they needed was a little spark.

[color=ForestGreen]“Any fire would be greatly appreciated!![/color] He yelled to the others, not taking his eye off the creature. If he could grab the burning blade it would be much easier, but it was closer to the beast than he would care to get. He simply kept his guard up and hoped that the new arrivals might be able to produce a spark or something. He did see some light coming from the nearby alley, but it didn’t seem like torchlight. He was curious, but a little too distracted to think about it at the moment.