[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color][/i][/h3] [color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Tower 3F [color=17c311]Interacting with:[/color]FC[/center][/b] Confident that her crocodile companion had ceased breathing and did not rise as an undead in her grasp, (although knowing how tricky the necromancer could be, she wouldn't be surprised if his goal was to reanimate the slain summons as yet more pawns. She'd still be incredibly angry, but not surprised.) Cyne rose up and shook some of the excess viscera off of her before turning around to see what had happened while she was preoccupied. Holy shit, when did they get surrounded? She'd been dealing with the Fiendish Crocodile for like half a minute at most by her estimation. Was it actually that much longer than she'd anticipated. Regardless, two of the members in particular weren't in very good shape. Satilla seemed to be doing what she could for Sana, but Thomas was right fucked at the moment. She galloped forward and tried to do what she was doing best: killing things with her massive bear strength. The fiendish Weasel was coiled around the mage, with its fangs sunk deep in the lad's thigh. That just wouldn't do. She took a swipe, partially trying to kill it, but more to knock the damned thing off, but it caught whiff of her intentions (and likely the numerous other creatures' innards she was plastered snout to tail in) before she could strike and slipped away before it could get whacked. With a growl, the bear swung again, but the weasel slithered out of the danger zone once more. Lucky pest. Cyne was fairly certain it wouldn't be able to take a direct hit, but it had the advantage of being very slippery in addition to its proximity to Thomas. If she was too careless, she could easily nail the person she was trying to help, and from the look of things, he wouldn't be able to stand such an attack either. All she could do was hope that perhaps her attack would be distraction enough for Thomas to be able to free himself and move somewhere less vulnerable.