The startling shout at last signaled the fellow's descent from the skies above, collapsing into a frothing heap made up of battered and bruised flesh, but off again was the orc - ranting and raving as though he was possessed, which was quite apparently an ever increasing probability. Something had him in its throes, but just what it was no one, perhaps not even Orchid, knew yet it had the vibrant spirit to spur him from his dazed stupor by impact, one that would regularly have killed a man, and off to the edge of the stone ramparts; he yelled and spat, his bloodied lips smacking with incoherent but focused anger. Only narrowly had a guardsman been able to save his own life by avoiding the almost nude berserker, others surely dodging his charge as well, now left to watch along with his remaining company as the orc panted and collapsed, adding nothing more than, [i]”Hgn. Dragon gone.”[/i]

[i]We can only hope it is.[/i]

Brannor spoke but to himself in thought, exhaling a long, deserved breath as the exhilaration of the battle petered out into nothingness. All that remained was the badly wounded guard and any other defender that took up arms here, the rest was destruction or death. The priestess, or what the imposing man could recall her as, knelt down to lay her hand upon the either foolishly brave or bravely foolish warrior. With a glimmer to her hands, she rekindled the light in his heart, the same that was nearly snuffed out and near effortlessly mended his injuries in a way that suggested a particular talent for the art of healing.

"I will see to it then." Brannor responded, looking the woman over as she took added time to rise to her feet, her own body obviously taxed.

If anyone was going to rouse the half-blood to his feet by muscle alone, it would be the hunter whose frame was no stranger to hauling arms, armor and quarry across rugged wilderness. What changed really now, was that this wilderness was worked by the hands of mortal men and that the thing to be carried was an unconscious man. Short of this, at least they could get off the damned wall before the lightning-gifted leviathan could return for another pass. They fought the beast off once, by divine mandate it seemed. The second time was unlikely to be so successful.

Approaching Orchid, whose body now bore not even the faint echo of the worst he sustained tonight, Brannor took a moment to note both the robed man and his strange icy stalk he had crafted with magic; it bloomed at its top as though it were a mushroom. It did not resemble anything he had ever understood or seen before, but wizardry and sorcery were strange arts. What was stranger yet was that the elder knew something of the Sylvan tongue, or at least owned a tome of the text, and more oddly kept vaguely familiar berries on his person. The outlander knew well what a druid was, but this timeworn fellow was off in his own ways as he fit none of those descriptions in just one way. There was reason to be suspicious, enough to nag at Brannor even now when he looked upon him again.

Brannor provided Torus with an ever so wary and subtle nod whilst sharing a glance, otherwise the man kept his keen senses scrying for another pass by the dragon. After putting his bow to rest, as well as the once knocked arrow, he knelt down to rest his arm around the half orc's back in preparation to drag the man out of the open where he fell into his stupor.

"Help the woman with the rest while I move him out of here." Brannor announced to any of their party who would listen, paying no mind if they did or did not act; that was on their heart and conscious, not his.

With the gritting of his broad jaw some, he hefted the sizable casualty as best he could with uncanny efficiency, ensuring he would not just simply drag Orchid wholly across the ground. There were a number of reasons for this, not the least of which was to avoid awakening the man from his unconsciousness with what might be seen as an attack.

[hider=Effects]
Brannor has a Strength score of 18 and dragging an object multiplies this amount by x30. He can push, drag or lift objects weighing up to 540lbs. Because he is dragging an object, his speed is set to 5ft. He avoids any obstacles that he can while moving Orchid inside the entryway he was using earlier for cover and concealment.[/hider]
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