Erion flew down, tired, breathing deeply, walking near Nyx. He was shaking his head, feeling a bit of pain right now. His head was hurting him, having used too much psychic powers on removing the rocks from that mole to let the others have open spots to attack. After taking a couple of deep breaths, he looked at the creature that called himself Miles and smiles at him.
"[i]Name is Erion... thank you for helping us back there... ugh my head..."[/i] he sends to people around. He then breath deeply, taking back his energy, his pain slowly dissipating from using too much energy in so little time. Seriously, he had just finish crushing a venodog into the ground, only to end up with a giant mole attacking them. He just hoped that he would not have another fight happen right now, cause seriously if that were to happen he knew full well that he would not be able to help, having expended too much energy in sp little time. Enough energy to speak mentally... but not enough to actually go fight again. He would be obliged to use his physical attacks if that were to happen.