The enemies kept coming out of the woods around and Elrithos still kept with the pace. In every movement, he would accomplish either a kill or a deflection, never letting himself get caught off guard by any of the attackers… Elrithos had wondered where in the damned sands they had come from. Surely, with everything that had happened, they should have noticed such a numerous force when they would get to the clearing. Yet, they had seen nothing, which meant these savages were very well organized. It left to wonder what was truly happening behind all of this. In all of this thinking, he kept stepping towards the wave of enemies, hoping to give the others some time to retaliate or at least find a safe place to rest for a moment.

Vordan was breathing heavily… He had extended his magical prowess a little too far right there. It was one of the few times he actually extended his feats to instantly alter the effects of magic on items and mixtures. It wasn’t something highly suggested to do, but Makers had been able to do it before, so he thought he could. Well, it got him into a tight situation. His face rose up slowly as Aaerynn arrived and helped him to his feet and towards the cart. It seemed that this fight had changed her a bit…

When he was dropped off, he sat down heavily; leaned against the wheel of cart He was exhausted… And what surprised him was Elrithos. He was still going strong, not having slowed down at all. How in the abyss did he manage that? How could he keep fighting like fresh EVEN after all that fighting? The Aavikanians were known to be tough and durable warriors, but this went beyond his expectations. He then turned his head to the twins beside him… Serna was in a terrible state and Setna… Well, in a terrible emotional state. Tirian wasn’t any better, although it clearly had everything to do with their magic. All three had magical powers, yet Vordan was still able to hide his for now. He wouldn’t be able to for long, but he didn’t want them to know.

As the enemy count came down, Elrithos was showing signs of slowing down, although it didn’t seem from fatigue, but to conserve his energy with fewer threats around. It was only when he saw the wolves taking care of the rest that he had stopped… only to hear and feel the vibrations. He turned immediately and saw Aaerynn in a bad position and dashed forth to go help, but then came the creature, which immediately had the desert elf stop. 

Vordan was wide eyed as he saw the giant wolf rip through the troll’s neck. He had seen this creature before… Daedhrogeth, the wolf Goddess… Or God… He couldn’t remember the gender but he sure as hell could remember the legends and stories of it. What was it doing here? Amongst them? This did not comfort the mercenary at all and was almost terrified by the fate that would befall them. But before that, they all were able to hear the goblin’s tale of insanity. Elrithos and Vordan were both wondering what in the gods name was he talking about. It seemed to be of concern to the wood elf… The scene unrolled and no one moved, seemingly not wanting to partake in this issue.

Once it was all over, Elrithos headed towards Caelis and Faith, as he had not paid much attention to them. They probably had it not too bad if Caelis was able to fend most of them off. Unfortunately, Caelis seemed to be in a terrible shape. No lethal injuries, but bruised and battered. He came near. He knew his basic medicine but that was it. He could asset injuries pretty good. With a quick look, he looked over at faith and reassured her. ‘’Do not worry Faith. He simply needs rest and a few bandages. He will be fine’’

Vordan him, knowing he had a few things to do, got back up and headed for his backpack and pulled out an empty flask and walker over to the body of the troll, collecting its blood. Yes, he was collecting whatever he could and then sealed it away in the flask before he looked towards everyone. What to take care of first? He attached the flask to his belt as he came back and looked at all those gathered. Battered to the abyss… All of them. His first two priorities were Aaerynn and Serna. He would approach Serna first, seeing Tririan telling Setna she was fine. Oh if only it was the truth. Unfortunately, the kickback on untrained barrier magic was brutal and unforgiving… Especially on a woman. And so, he came near and knelt beside her, looking at her nose.

[b]‘’It would be better you tell the truth, kid. She will not be fine under these conditions. We need to move her away from the blood and the bodies, or nausea will take her and she will only get worst. Cover her in a blanket and get her warm and, by the gods, make sure she stays away from your sword Setna. After that, make sure she doesn’t get one of those seizures.’’[/b]

He looked at the two one moment. They probably wouldn’t like his attitude, but he didn’t care. She needed proper care right now and with what she had did… Well, he should help her back in her condition. He would have to prepare some special bandages for this one. Thank god he had the troll blood which would work perfectly. He moved out to go see Aaerynn, did not come too close as the wolf was still there… Vordan’s knees were trembling right now. Yes, he was starting to feel the oppressiveness of his work. 

[b]‘’Aaerynn… Whatever affliction you have, we’ll deal with it later… We need to get that wound cleaned and healed. I have something that can take care of it right away but you have to trust me.’’[/b]