Leith could taste blood. It was horribly surprising how quickly things went downhill. He had collapsed to the ground after he had thrown the elf off of him, but not before she bit a chunk of flesh from the back of his neck and another one from the lower half of his face as he threw her off. Gingerly, he brought a hand up to the side of his face. He winced when his hand brushed against a flap of skin that hung down from his jaw. The pain was intense. He put his hand down and pushed himself up. There was a small puddle of blood on the ground, but it wasn't an alarming amount.

As Leith stared at the puddle, he heard Grey screaming. He whipped his head around to see that The Eternal Hunger was on top of Grey and clawing at him. He grit his teeth. This had to stop right now. The voice had said she was weak to Pyromancy. Farian had been chased away by the corpses that the child had brought back, but his blood red flames were still burning in some places. There was a lamp nearby. Leith stood up, pausing to look at the demon that appeared to be healing Mar before he walked over to the lamp and picked it up. 

Leith crushed the lamp in his hand as he made his way over to The Eternal Hunger. Oil started leaking from the fragments, but he gathered it up and formed it into a ball the size of a fist. Once that was done, he discarded the mess that was once a lamp. He sent the ball of oil out to The Eternal Hunger. It hit her neck and moved up to cover her eyes, nose and mouth. Leith walked up to her and ripped her off of Grey and threw her towards one of the flaming corpses that had difficulty moving. Leith's head throbbed as he sent a line of oil towards the flames, keeping it still attached to the oil on her face. Without taking his eyes of The Eternal hunger, he held his hand out to Grey. 

[color=#00FFFF]”Are you okay?"[/color] Leith was completely unaware that the chunk that was torn from his face made at least three teeth visible on his lower jaw.