For a moment, there was a look caught in Renan's eyes. Maybe rage. Maybe tranquility. Maybe both.

Maybe pity.

He mouthed the words, "I was like you once," before returning to reality and noting that Eldalia had decided to show up. She wasn't here to help though, seeing as there was only more trouble following her. Five armed guards, one of them lagging behind with an arrow in his leg. And that boy from earlier, leading the pack. 

[i] There is no escaping this. I either die fighting or give up to that wretched cause that took me from my family, took all of [b]them[/b] from their families. God rest my soul. [/i]

Renan's self-condemnation was interrupted, however, by the hungry crying of a murder of crows, at least twenty-five now, beginning to swoop down upon the group, attacking anyone and everyone except for Renan. It was chaos, a mass off black feathers flying through the air, when suddenly javelins were added to the mix. Renan couldn't even pretend to comprehend the situation, and fell to his knees in an exhausted sigh. Soon however, he found weapons thrust into his hands as three crows - one large and two small - stood in front of him, the largest with piercing, yet concerned eyes. Renan stood as the largest crow flew to his shoulder. He looked to the girl with the panther, then to the bandaged girl. He looked to the great sword wielding boy with his wolf, and to the pale girl. He looked to the javelin throwing giant. He looked to the crow, and at his own hands.

[i] I've done quite enough to ruin the lives of these innocents. I'd best be off.[/i] 

Renan began to run, he recrossed the river and fled into a new section of the village that he had been in earlier, and upon entering feigned a casual walk as he waved to city guards. Sheathing his weapons, Renan sat down on a public bench, and waited.