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[@PaulHaynek],[@13org](FYR)
FF5353

Magnus nodded in agreement to Freyr's statement of Varjo being a rather unkind place, but was surprised at his willingness to escort the old woman personally. Freyr had said what Magnus wish he had the courage to say right away, regardless of whether his friend would help but...He really was a coward. Swallowing a frog in his throat, the minotaur nodded vigorously, patting his hand to his chest. Even if she wasn't leaving for another few days, it would help to give her some assurance that two armed monsters were willing to aid her in her hour of need. [color=FF5353][b]"M-Me too! I'll help escort you where you need to go Miss. We promise nobody will hurt you so long as we can help it!"[/b][/color] 

With that said, Magnus took a deep breath before waiting for the old soul's reply, hoping that she would see the need for the two to come with her to help and deter bandits. After all, a group of three was harder to approach than a single old nun. He shuddered to think what would happen were she to leave alone...likely wouldn't get past a mile over the border. The minotaur was visibly worried about her, hunched over to be at eye level with her, and just overall acting like a worried grandchild. Magnus wasn't confident about fighting people, but he was confident that he'd shield the nun with his body if that's what it took to keep her safe. 
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[@PaulHaynek]
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Nephele felt a sense of relief as Ian was released, before feeling herself be slammed down into the river by her tail, the appendage not damaged, but kinda sore from being tugged. Bigger problems were prevalent though, given that she was being pinned under the water by this monstrosity. The dragoness' thoughts raced as her lungs, albeit incredibly large given her use of breath based abilities, were running out of air. She could hold her breath for three minutes without preparation, but she would need only seconds to throw the beast off of her. [color=A9A9A9][i]"The Joyful...?"[/i][/color] she thought, her claws grinding against stone as the river's flow gently pushed her and the beast inch by inch. 

Gritting her teeth, Nephele recalled that she'd injured the arm that Ian had been held in, and with a flex of her shoulder, knew that the beast was operating at maybe a third of its normal strength with that arm. As such, she made a blitz for his neck with the arm pushed down by that monstrous right arm. It was easy enough to cast that arm aside as she dug her claws into his neck, using the momentum to slam her tail into his right side to force him off of her, and instead place her on top of it before she backed off, vanishing into the fog. The beast could hear water splashing in several directions around it, before a gash would be cut into its shoulder, Nephele having become a black blur obscured by the fog that she had created. After that cut, she made sure to push Ian out of the fog bank, poking her head out to say: [color=A9A9A9][b]"Wait. Here."[/b][/color] she said sternly before going back onto the assault, attempting to use Hit and Run tactics to cripple the beast.