[center][h3][color=ed1c24]Myno[/color][/h3][/center]

The Manakete had been planning to take to the air, noticing the distracted Bolters at the back of the line, and then attempt to pick off the Dwarves one by one. With the ones after him not having anything to shoot him out from the sky, it would be easy to just hurt them through his fire. He had been thinking that he was winning this unfavorable battle of one versus many. He was a fool for thinking so. He was a fool for believing that only those he can see had been posing at him for a battle. He failed to realize that there was another person aiming at him.

Searing pain.

Boiling hot water, liquid, whatever it was. It was [i]hot[/i]. He could feel it slowly eating away at his scales. He looked over and saw the red liquid on his back. He could barely hear Jarde over the thumping of his heart that was prevalent. He growled in anger but the pain was great, he needed to leave. He needed to fall back. He stumbled backwards, still in his Manakete form, and in the process, he would knock back the Varjan Elite attacking Eclisse. 

He would then go to a relatively safer place and he transformed back into his human form and then collapsed on the ground, and then letting out a pained grunt. He could still feel the pain of the fiery liquid on his back but it has certainly disappeared when he transformed back. He let out labored breaths. He needed help. However, through the pain, he dug up the spellbook in his cloak and then attempted to summon something to at least fend off anyone who tried to attack him. At least only for a little while. He needed to recover from the attack.

[@Darkmoon Angel]