The thrill and seizure of Brannor's mind by the hunt, the pursuit drove him immediately after the quarry. In its flight away from the predatory, killer things that hounded it, be them the relentless attacks upon its consciousness or the things that might well have hungered for and carved its flesh, it led them closer to the woodlands they so sought to escape to. The ominous magical glow and glitter about it making the cultist a beacon to its impending killers, namely the bear which thundered wildly and rampantly after; the pale tiger was not far behind, long strides moving its bristling self, jaws drawing in large breaths over pointed fangs. The sound of the chain shuffling across its chest likely an omen as ill as any other at this point.

All this lone man could do now was delay the inevitable against such relentless foes as they came closer still to the evasion of his allies. He and his devotion to the dragon-queen would not see him out of this, neither would his companions who laid massacred in the grass. For the now monstrous paladin, a thing of fur and fury, it was just as intended. The good could not stand idly by while evil worked its wiles so flagrantly...

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Brannor will move 40ft to the southeast corner of the last cultist, providing flanking to his allies. Because he cannot attack this turn but is still set to kill the target, if it provokes he will take his opportunity attack.
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