[h2]Marxello Catchanale[/h2]
'Yeah, no, we're leaving,' Mark uttered, gripping Ian's sleeve and pulling him out of the clearing. Mark really hadn't wanted to kill the warhound, and honestly thought it'd be more resilient than it had turned out to be. Whilst that did mean he could probably handle the others with relative ease, it also meant killing more living beings, which really wasn't necessary... unless it meant leaving them to potentially savage other innocents... but then killing them would lead to potential backlash... but...

'Royal bloody Makai,' Mark cursed under his breath, bringing himself to a halt and his sword to bear, whip of flame reshaping into more of a burning lance, and the Sylph in his weapon imbuing him with enhanced speed and reflexes. 'You get out of here, Ian. Or stay and fight if you really want. I'll see you back in Mahigan either way.' He couldn't in good conscience leave those brutes unattended, much as he wanted to pretend it'd just be like leaving a more native beast alone. If an innocent person died because he was too soft to kill a dangerous predator pack, it'd be as good as killing them himself.