[color=darkorange][center][h1]Mason Drake[/h1][/center][/color]
[hr][@Jollan][@Rai][@geurls][@Brithwyr]
The Old Woman's sudden awakening ended the ordeal quickly, the scythe-wielder getting sent through the floor. Though Mason wanted to believe the fight was over, the Oro didn't strike him as someone who would stay down for long. As the spectral hands lifted them out of the hole, took off toward the bottom of the mountain, where Lulu awaited his return, not before whispering [color=darkorange]"Hold on tight"[/color] to the Old Woman.

Once at the bottom, Mason hastily shoved his shoulder back in it's socket before situating both himself and the woman on Lulu's back before making haste for the safety of Vrondi.  Though he didn't want to abandon his comrades, he couldn't risk the return of the Basilisk tamer. Little did the seraph notice that all in his wake became lightly singed, from grass, to branches, to bushes. His breathing ragged, he pushed Lulu as hard as the young horse could go, not stopping until he reached the city's gates.  

Flopping off his horse, Mason lay with his back to the ground, a slow groan escaping his lips.  After several moments, he eased himself to a sit and looked at his injured leg. Seeing that the bone had begun to heal incorrectly, he reached forward, gritting his teeth, with a crunch and a grunt, it was fixed. Exhaling heavily, Mason hobbled to his feet, before looking to one of the gate's guardsmen. [color=darkorange]"Excuse me sir! Could you please get Mirror for me? Tell him that the mission was a success... Also, if you could find me a Taxis healer, I would much appreciate it!" [/color] he shouted.