[i]Oh... my.... god...[/i]

No, An-Hasst didn't really believe in an higher being that still was around in secrecy and fiddled with the world it created. However the Skayleigh community had some contact with humans - quite forcedly, what likely every Andred with basic education could confirm. Noticeably astonished, with his lips having separated from each other in a thin line, the half-elf half-giant looked at what surpassed even his own height by far. Then he redirected his head and eyes to a less steep angle. An-Hasst couldn't help but feel a tad pity for the lizardman. Judging by the many wounds both opponents already were covered with, he had made their job a bit easier. However An-Hasst estimated that he wouldn't be able to survive on his own.

The Skayleigh glanced towards Calanon. He could see that Brogach's owner already was stringing his bow. With a loud thudd, the heavy crossbow hit the muddy floor behind An-Hasst's heels. Normally these crossbows were cocked by stepping onto a lever, but he wasn't human. With his biceps bulging to a threatening extent that gave reason to the decision of wearing very large sleeves, he did the job by hand. Not exactly relaxing, but more efficient than the traditional method. One of the few advantages of being An-Hasst and not someone else with a name less prone to modification.

The Skayleigh stepped towards his wood elf mate and nodded towards him. He was convinced that it would be the appropriate action to attack this beast, but he also hoped that he'd get confirmation without having to speak loudly.

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