Alaric was close to finishing the Axe-wielding man, his hammer raised to strike, when the haft of an axe clocked into his side and threw him off balance causing him to drop his hammer. He barely recovered in time to bring up his arms an block a barrage of armor. He caught one of the symbols on it, it seemed like some kind of raven but he didn't recognize it, it clearly wasn't Iron Rose, did it have something to do with the necromancers?

He didn't have any time at all to dwell on that, beginning to reignite his flame cloak early as he was set upon by the person that apparently threw their armor at him. A half-giantess that swept him up by the neck. He wasn't one to be phased by this sort of thing however, returning his own fierce glare, even when lifted, and continuing to growl out his spell despite her hold, bracing his legs against her stomach and locking his arms over her wrists, actually trying to keep her from letting go as the flames burned hotter, intending to do as much damage as possible before she was forced to rip them away...that ideally being before he was strangled of course...