Alaric coughed for a short moment after getting knocked out of the giantess' grasp, recovering to see that she had been knocked unconscious by whatever hit them. He rose and continued maintaining his flame cloak as he approached her body, planting a flaming foot upon her head meant to finish her off.

It was there for a second before his attention was drawn to Alvor slamming his axe down as he attacked Fanilly. Forgetting about the giantess that attacked him, he quickly rushed toward Alvor, picking up one of the giantess' axes along the way and setting it ablaze, and plated a foot on his axe to keep it down and aimed for his neck. Whether or not the blow decapitated him the combination of fire weakening the haft and the force of the blow would shatter the axe Alaric acquired, sending burning splinters flying.
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Ian lightly chuckled as the princess' sudden shift in attention and went off to the side to rearrange two unoccupied chairs so that he could comfortably lay across them, Taking up that spot as Gilian told his story. Even though he was sprawled across both chairs with his head tipped back and his eyes closed, his ears still twitched as they listened for anything out of the ordinary. They were there to guard the princess after all.