[center][h1][i][b][color=A52A2A]Dremmick Valswei[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center]
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	Dremmick heard the wolves approaching, but upon hearing Siiga's pun about being a dog person, it actually made his head cock back in disgust. He shook his head as he quickly assessed the situation. Two lava wolves, an old lady, and two random basilisks watching the scenario unfold. He didn't think that they belonged to the old lady, however, they very well could and are just sitting idly by like the the old lady in her bubble, but that still means that there is a possibility of more people here somewhere.

	He would just have to deal with that when the time comes, until then, he had a plan. He ran away from his seal on the ground, quickly glancing up to find a part of the ceiling that was still secure enough for later. As he started running the two wolves took off after him, He got close to the cave wall on his right and held out his hand, a crimson trail being painted on the wall a short distance. When the wolves chasing him were just in the right place, Dremmick slid to a stop and spun around, slicing his hand through the air. At that the crimson on the walls of the cave lifted off and shot forward as a long razor sharp blade, cleaving one of the wolves in two, creating a fiery explosion that dissipated the blade. Bursting through the smoke and fire, however, the other wolf pounced and landed on Dremmick, pinning him down. Dremmick tilted his head to dodge the lava dripping from its maw, feeling the warmth and hearing the sizzle as it his the ground Its paws were resting on his arms, claws digging in and keeping them down as it growled. Dremmick's eyes narrowed in defiance, and just as the wolf was about to go in for the kill, a thick spike erupted from under Dremmick's leather cheast piece, out of his right pec and throguh his clothes, knocking the monster off of him. He rolled and jumped to his feet in time to see the beast coming back for him, though this time he could face it directly. Since he lost his rope dart in the river, Dremmick decided to improvise, a crimson chain fell from his right hands. Next time the creature advanced, Dremmick swung the chain, wrapping it around its neck. The wolf tried to shake it off, but to no avail, Dremmick jerked back on the chain, the part around the neck became akin to a bladed ring, taking the head off the beast, and just like it's partner, it blew up in a fiery fashion, thowing Dremmick back a few feet as he was caught up in it without any protection.

	With what little blood Dremmick had left to function with, he tried to stand up, coughing up blood as he did. The explosion did a number on him and he could tell he didn't have much left in him to continue at this pace. He could make out some shouting coming from somewhere, ears still ringing. He turned to see Mason holding on to Siiga's leg, and nodded. Dremmick held his arma out as a chain once again shot out of it, this time, however, the more of the chain that came out, the more slack his body got. He started to feel a bit faded as the chain struck home, the point he spotted earlier. He then withdrew the cahin, though insted of bringing it to him, he pulled himself towards the end of the chain, swinging over back to the ritual seal. While in midair, Dremmick yanked the crimson chain out from the ceiling and withdrew the rest of his blood from it, giving motion back to the parts of his body that were limp just moments before. The landing wasn't graceful, as it was more or less tumbling into place. Dremmick then stood up in the circle and concentrated, finishing the ritual to paralyze the bandit leader. He only hoped that they would take advantage of this opprotunity to kill the woman before she could cause them any more problems. As he held his ground in the seal to uphold the ritual, He scanned the area again, looking for additional bandits or what not, and keeping an eye on the basilisks and old woman. He gritted his teeth as he came to a decision. with his left hand, as his right was preoccupied with the ritual, he reached back in his pouch and drew out Mirror's potion. [color=A52A2A]"I swear, if this is poison I'm haunting your ass,"[/color] he mumbled right before he downed it.

	For a moment he didn't feel anything, but as most potions are, it would take a second to kick in. The feeling started as a cool daft, and then it got harder and harder to move as sheets of ice seemed to cover him. [color=A52A2A]"Oh, that son of a b-,"[/color] within seconds this ice had built up to encase him, forming a thick barrier of ice that protected and healed him, however paralyzing him in the process until it was finished.