The tiger wasted little time blasting across the field after the lone living enemy within its grasp. Rushing past the bear as it cleaved a deadly paw at the dragon fanatic, it stopped only a few steps beyond the designated prey. While not surrounded completely, the presence of two feral foes of very different veins likely drove the mount mad with anticipation, especially as one of the two predators angled in behind it. The weretouched beast of the two attackers it and its rider now faced showed no inkling of ignoring this opportunity and, with sizable hand gripping the sword it carried, prepared to attack at moment's notice.

It snarled violently as it took an advancing step in, the menace not just for show. Brannor for all intents and purposes intended to kill the man, regardless if he so much as surrendered or fought to the last; the vengeful hot blood of a monstrous being possessed by equal fanaticism was compelled to after all. So it became ever more evident the two beasts intended to butcher the glittering, glowing cultist like a lamb cast into a pit of fangs where nothing but tearing claws, hungry maws, and even deathly cold steel awaited.

[Hider=Effects]
Brannor moves 60ft just northeast of the rider's east side to flank with Torus, not stepping out of the cultist's threatened area. If the cultist provokes, the weretiger aims make its opportunity attack.[/hider]
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