[color=a187be][i][b][center]Annabeth Gulch[/center][/b][/i][/color]

Annabeth needed to leave, [i]now[/i]. With Meirin here, Athalus on the offensive, and Keri in more-or-less fighting condition, Annabeth was going to need to take Lyn and run. She didn't want to leave everyone behind, but Lyn wasn't safe as long as she was here. While the man in the white mask was still bound in vines, Annabeth had Samson run in full gallop towards the college. As she rode, she kept one hand on Samson's reign, and another gripping her lance. The man in the mask might be able to hear Samson's hoofs and hear her arrows, but she was certain that he won't be able to see her spear if he gave chase.

[i][color=a187be]"Lyn, hold on tight! Whatever you do, don't let go. We're going to go somewhere safe now."[/color][/i]

That being said, despite their best efforts, Annabeth knew that she couldn't leave them alone. The man in the white mask went after her specifically; he was either after Lyn or Annabeth, and considering that he was able to foil her invisibility the psychomancer figured that perhaps he was sent to deal with her specifically. She needed more than just her spear if she wanted to stop him. As her telepathy continued to scan the meadows around her, Annabeth picked up the feral thoughts of Cosh. She knew very little of the creatures beyond the fact that they were more vicious than your average wild wolves. Perhaps she could put that to use.

Focusing solely on the group of Cosh she could detect nearest the forest edge, she targeted the largest of them with an illusion. An illusion that would make the man in the white mask a more worthy target. He smelled more delectable, seemed to be more meaty, and not nearly as fast as he actually was. Certainly a better target than the college students who seemed to be giving the cosh a hard time. Hopefully these creatures had the sense to go after "Easier" prey, since Annabeth otherwise couldn't compel them to attack the man with the white mask otherwise. If Annabeth wasn't maintaining her invisibility, her telepathy, as well as her current calming spell on Lyn she could have targeted the entire pack or hone her spell more, but she had to settle with whom she assumed to be the alpha and hoped for the best. 

Regardless of the success of the spell Annabeth continued to have Samson run at full speed towards the college. She had her spear angled behind her, ready to stab and impale her pursuer if he dared get close, tried to pass her, or to intercept any knife or other ranged missile weapon in her direction. It was all she could really do until they were safe behind the college walls.

[i][b][center]Tyrael Marchosias[/center][/b][/i]

[b]"This has gone LONG ENOUGH."[/b]

Tyrael shouted as he hefted his Dragon's Tooth aloft. Despite suffering multiple fatal injuries, the maliced Naga's were able to survive Tyrael's crushing blows during their initial skirmish. Tyrael himself was no worse for wear than before, but he was growing impatient. He was not going to stand around and face these creatures in honorable combat. Instead when they lunged at him, as they often did, Tyrael did not bother to swing his weapon to intercept, but tore a portal that covered the entire hall, from wall-to-wall from the ceiling to the floor, allowing the naga's to charge right into the Inferno. No matter how much rage sustained them, no matter what sort of injuries they could survive, as outsiders of the demonic realm their bodies began to burn as they feel through the portal and into the hellish landscape. They turned to dust before they hit the ground.

But Tyrael left his portal open, as this portal was not a mere random portal into the Inferno. He had ordered demons to rally at this point of the Inferno, so that they could enter through his portal to assist him. Time was of the essence so he did not wait for all the demons he called, but he had a good few. Three [url=http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/113586/seedofmolgus.jpg]amorphous demons[/url] to deal with the nagas and ridge hounds. Without elemental magics or a readily accessible source of fire, ice, or electricity, the amorphous demons would be able to phase through the blades and claws of the nagas, and even their poisonous bite would do nothing to the toxic oozes. Tyrael was certain that these three would be more than enough to kill the nagas and any traitors down here, but that didn't mean he didn't allow one more demon to arrive. This one ensured they could not simply run. Though it was a tight squeeze, Tyrael summoned a [url=http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/finalfantasy/images/c/c8/XII_demon_wall_render.png/revision/latest?cb=20130711162136]Threshold Guardian[/url], or more simply known as a demon wall. A massive creature made of stone and metal, slow yet indomitable. There would be no going past the creature; anyone that got close to it would have to fight it or flee. And Tyrael intended to flank with his demon to ensure that they would either face his demon, or the teacher himself.

The three amorphous demons followed the sound of combat while the Threshold Guardian made it's way over. Tyrael, in astonishing silence, chose to sneak around to allow his demons to corral the naga's and his students into a single area, while he himself will arrive to the only exit to ensure that none escape. At least that was the plan, and while his blob demons were fast enough to get into place, the Threshold Guardian was painfully slow. By the time Tyrael actually got into position, the massive creature was only 2/3 of the way there. The amorphous demons laid in wait for the wall so that they could commence their attack.

[i][b][center]Catacombs[/center][/b][/i]

The Ridge Hound's numbers were dwindling, and soon there were more corpses than there were live hounds. Most were the older ones, larger, faster, and marginally more intelligent than the pups. But even they could not resit the instinct to eat, but their speed and ferocity allowed them to quickly finish their meals in seconds, where it would have taken a small pack minutes. What remained were about 30 ridge hounds, 20 which were attacking Baulder, Darius, and Myrn, and another 10 near the nagas. Perhaps in a show of intelligence or simply survival instinct, they chose not to attack the naga, Ssarak, or Grey. Instead they retreated back to attack Lira and Aramir. Despite Aramir's rapid shooting they figured the smaller snow elf and the blind orc girl would have made for easier prey, not helped by the fact that Aramir was running low on her own arrows. 

As there were less ridge hounds to get in the way, the remaining few facing off against Baulder, Darius, and Myrn had more room to maneuver and were able to dodge their attacks with greater ease. A good 4 attacked Baulder when Darius wasn't standing between them, hoping to take down the heavily wounded demonomancer and drag him off to be eaten. Two went for his arms so he could not swing at them, an another two went for his legs so he could not stand. The another 8 kept Darius's attention, lunging at him only to quickly dodge out of his reach, and never staying in place long enough for him to get a solid hit with his steel or spells. While this meant that the ridge hounds themselves failed to actually hurt Darius, it seemed like they planned to tire him out before going in for the kill. 

The battle of attrition was applied to Myrn, as 6 hounds ran around her, careful to avoid her sword swings and swipe at her when the opportunity presented itself. While not serious blows on their own, the cuts and scratches were sure to pile up and force Myrn to bleed out from the sheer amount of attacks the ridge hounds were putting out. She wasn't the only one who could do hit-and-run tactics, and the ridge hounds were far more mobile despite how many corpses littered the tunnels. They were able to leap effortlessly across the terrain, even running across the walls. While their attacks weren't coordinated in the slightest, it certainly seemed like the ridge hounds were using the same tactics nonetheless.