Esprum had finally straitened himself, right as Aurellius killed the soldier in question. 'Thickheaded cretin!' He silently cursed, pushing the glasses back up, past the rim of his nose. He turned, seeing the other two sitting. Ultimately uninterested, he dusted him self off, setting his staff onto his back. He turned, hearing Aurellius's voice. 'My book... I suppose I shall forgive him for his foolish comings.' He stepped forward, catching the large book with both hands, before stuffing it into his cloak. "Thank you." Was all he had said, before going back into his mute mode, looking around.

Walking to the side, he stood tall, glancing between the others. 'Obviously I'm not in charge here.' He shook his head. 'Where to next.' He sung silently, just as another problem appeared, behind him. There was a snarl, and immediately Esprum stiffened, spinning around, pulling his spear out as a creature lunged out at him. The beast was about the same size as him, but it didn't really worry him. Not as much as the gigantic one behind the first. 'Beowolves.' He grunted, swinging his spear to the side, hitting the offending creature, with the blue tip, right along the skull. The beast howled, skidding to the side. These types of fights where nothing new, save for the gigantic one. 'Perfect.' He muttered, sidestepping as the small one lunged once again. In turn, the large one swiped at him, the momentum sending him flying towards a tree. He cried out as he slammed into it, scowling as he recovered. He suddenly ducked as the smaller one lunged at him, driving the lance through the things chest. He pulled it out, before swiping at the smaller one's neck, just as it began to recover. He smirked, turning to the fist that sent him flying.

He traveled a quiet a bit of distance away from the others this time, the beast howling. He made an indent in the ground, and with a ton of effort, he managed to pull himself up. 'Gah! If I didn't know any better, my 'teammates' are placing bets!' He cursed, rising, his fist tightening around the lance. 'This won't do... I didn't have any time to prepare...' He huffed, as the beast grew closer and closer. He held his ground, sidestepping as he swiped at the beasts large jaw, cutting into it. It didn't seem to do much, the beast howling. It swiped once again, ripping a good part of his robes, sending his journal and the recently required book to the side. 'I just got that back!' He inwardly shout, clutching his chest. He did his best running forward, clutching the lance with bother arms. The beast grew in, howling putrid spittle into his face. His glasses gleamed as he dove the spear through the things neck, letting it spasm for a few moment, before it began howling. 'Wonderful.' He grunted, pulling the blasted weapon out, and began swinging with it, making a 'V' mark in the neck, before impaling the things chest. He drew the lance out as the beast fell.

With a huff, he fell to the ground, promptly grabbing his dust. He began marking his wounds when the creature began fidgeting. Hopefully the others showed up before the beast rose.