Cythlla was alright for the cold since she had Henry with her. Henry on the other hand, while being rather warm for the most part he was constantly on the edge of sleep due to his bear instincts. When he did fall asleep it was rather hard to wake him up, thankfully the group had packed some smelling salts to help wake up Henry during his bouts of not wanting to get up. Over the past few days Cythlla had been trying to not be noticed by the others. Whenever they came across a body of any kind she would take a few bones from the body while some how leaving the skin. She was low on body parts and needed more. Sadly it had to be from her fallen comrades. When the attack started Cythlla was thrown backwards off of Henry so he could stand in front of her. With all the bodies both Cultist and Templar Cythlla could try to avoid using the bodies of the Templars. She took out her shovel as she neared a body of a cultist. She muttered some words before shoving her shovel into the ground. A magic circle appeared around the body of the cultist. The body started to move again, other bodies in the area were dragged towards it by some invisible force. Unknown to Cythlla however a few of these bodies were those of the dead Templars. "Rise my Goliath!" Cythlla yelled as a behemoth of a creature rose up from the bodies. It let out a roar before running at any cultist near it and picking them up slamming them against trees in the area breaking their necks or backs upon impact. Cythlla herself was behind Henry still who was swatting away any Cultists that were trying to get near her. However one slipped past Henry it seemed and was able to plunge a dagger in Cythlla's leg before being swatted away. This was where things started to get a bit weirder. Instead of screaming in pain Cythlla was laugh. She had a crazed look on her face, she was enjoying the pain, showing just how frightful she was. This was something that Henry had been trying to avoid, he didn't want people to know about this side of her, this terrifying side of her.