Seeing Tortetart go down, Anchor presses forward, closing the gap between him and the melee.  Falling down to one knee, mostly out of exhaustion from his mad dash, he puts himself as between the beast and Tortetart as he can.

Looking behind him, he places a hand on Tortetart's shell.

"Not today, my friend.  Mishakal did not send you to Nightstone to become dog food!" Anchor says, as a warm glow passes from his hand and into Tortetart.

Turning back to the dog, "As for you, why don't you try me for your next meal!", Anchor shouts.

[hider=Tonight, No one dines on Turtle Soup]I heal Tortetart for 1, putting back into fighting condition[/hider]

[@GRMBRN] is up!