Though his self control was not at it's finest in his current mental state Taroyn's self preservation instincts were. As the fireballs began flinging around the dark elf decided it was best for him to just live to fight another day. He had no intention of dying just because some fool decided it was a great idea to burn everything down. Unfortunately for the tall dark elf the blade of his rapier had been lodged so well in to the beast's side that he'd have to either snap the weapon in two or just leave it there. He twisted and turned the weapon, trying to shake it loose, but to no avail. After a while he heard a rather disheartening 'snap' as the thin metal shattered, sending a thin sliver outwards which embedded it in Taroyn's shoulder. While mumbling many rather descriptive and fitting expletives the dark elf tossed aside what was left of his weapon and headed for the nearest exit while holding his quite profusely bleeding shoulder. He had just gotten his fair share of heroics for the day and now it was officially time to call it quits. This time survival and not burning in to a crisp with fools was his very highest priority.