As fast as they had entered the battle, it was finished. A single wave of whatever had cancelled out magical abilities for all within the area, making things significantly easier. Seeing this, the monster that had evaded Kaathe's shot had fled. The remaining cultists either ran away or were killed. Sighing, Kaathe climbed down from the tree, and put away his crossbow.

"[color=0054a6]Well, that battle was a bit nuisance.[/color]" said Kaathe.

As he came closer to the others, he was reminded that some of them held injuries. One even looked as if she was dying. He remembered that there were several fools that just charged in with anger and fury. Respectable, and well-known knights...just allowing themselves to let anger rule them, and wildly attack anything that even slightly looked like a cultist. They just allowed themselves a bigger chance to die for those who were already dead. Serves them right, wasting themselves on something so idiotic.

"[color=0054a6]Less of a nuisance than I thought, so it seems.[/color]"

The Dark Elf's gaze then focused on a little girl and her bear friend. He had seen her in the battle. She summoned a monster of her own, and laughed when she was stabbed in the leg. Poor girl was different from the others, yet still a fool all the same. Still, she was injured, and Kaathe decided to help her on a whim.

He walked over to the girl and the bear, and said in his calm voice,

"[color=0054a6]My, my...Looks like you've a bit of a cut there. Need some help?[/color]"