Auriel had managed to at least get some of his breath back by the time Emlyn reached him, but he was reluctant to admit that he really wasn't in any condition to fight anymore. That punch had taken a good third of all of his Aura, and he'd already expended even more through his Blinking and from the fight with the Itzamna. Groaning at Emlyn, he nodded his head. "Yeah...yeah, as much as I hate to admit...you're right." Even with a chunk of its head missing, the Datura was slowly shifting its mass to compensate, the hole slowly closing and being covered by more bushes and trees. Aggravating. 

Looking down at the ground, he turned to Emlyn and grunted. "Let's get the hell out of here, then." As he made to move, he found his body hesitating to follow what he knew was the best choice. He'd vowed to kill this thing. Was his pride worth his and Emlyn's life...? 

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No. No, it might have been worth his own life, but not Emlyn's. They were a team now, and he had few complaints about his partner, if any. Slowly exhaling, He lowered himself down. He could kill this thing another time if need be. That probably wouldn't happen though. One trophy was enough, to be fair. The money he'd make selling the feathers would be more than enough to take care of himself, so long as the Headmaster didn't take it from him. He could deal with some sort of tax, because Beacon surely wasn't a cheap place to run, but he'd earned his feathers. He deserved the honor of making a trophy.