The pebbles drifted in a most curious direction when tossed, leaving Jagred with more questions than answers. There could be a strong current there, or something else far more dangerous. Maybe it was one of those ocean beasts. His crimson eyes narrowed as he neared the pond, one hand on the hilt of his sword. However, just as when he was about to voice his concern, the hooded man spoke of Piranha Hounds ahead. Speaking of the devils, said hounds appeared mere seconds later, a chorus of growls and snarls filled the cavern. It was a miracle the bats were still asleep. 

 Without any hesitation, Jagred turned, his black blade leaving its sheath in one fluid motion. Sword in one hand, he advanced, any trace of playful lightness had left his eyes; all was left the cold hard gaze of a swordman. The lizard had been surrounded, but he seemed to be handling himself. Whether he survived this encounter or not was not one of Jagred’s concerns though. For now, he was slowly stepping forward, putting himself between the pack and the mages. He had yet to encounter a beast of this kind before, so Jagred maintained a defensive position. He stood with the stillness of statues, but as his foes neared, his blade was lightning as he lashed out against them.  

 -Jagred stood between the two mages and hounds in a defensive stance, attacking only nearby enemies-