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 As soon as S'venia said her peace and Beatrix gave her wards, River dug into his satchel and pulled out his tome which was wrapped in a large piece of leather to protect it from the elements. He hurriedly went to wrap the butchers tome in the leather, being sure not to touch it himself and only use the leather to handle, wrap and then store it. Kharne however had other plans, announcing their presence to the enemy and then bolting off. River wouldve been surprised had it not been for the fact that his people knew that the bigger they were they less they had between the ears. A long sigh escaped his lips as he made his way towards the front door of the house and followed out after the others. Cyteruis appeared to lull behind, no doubt taking the rear position to help protect the casters a bit more. 

 As River ran through the snow he looked about and noticed the soldiers, frozen, images of the bloodshed he witnessed flashed through his mind once more as it appeared to be happening again, only this time to his own people. The enchantments were beyond his study of magic, but not beyond his astrologins. If only there weren't frozen as well. His eyes darted back and forth,  searching for any of the white coats that signified his armies healers, or that of the star speckled wardrobes of the astrologins, healers who used time to aid wounds. Finally he happened upon a coat of white, breaking off slightly from the group as this tiny legs ran towards the nearby ally and spiriting away his spellbook full of geometric designs. River opened it up, reading and running as he made his way back to the group, holding the book open in his right hand as his left fiddled around his pocket in search of small round spectacles that sat on his button nose. [Color=aqua]"Curse his horrid writing, I can scarcely make heads or tails of these designs. Is that the line of the Fey or the fray? This may be more difficult than I anticipated."[/color] he grumbled to himself as he examined the book, attempting to learn even the most basic of healing from the tome.

 Once they reached the large buffon, River stood back in awe as a large slender creature built of pure muscle stood before them. Its body akin to that of a panther or other predatory large cat, slender yet muscular and most likely agile. Cyteruis cast several bolts at the creature, catching both it and River by surprise. Soon a cacophony of laughter began to fill the air, magic permeating it, filling River with the unsettling feeling of its archaic nature. The tome he held slammed shut and he quickly swapped it out with that of his own. The pages seemed to dance and move to exactly where he needed as his hand fluttered over the geometric runes and a glow began anew. The snow around him began to swirl and flurry, melting and forming into an orb above him. Once it reached to one and a half the size of Kharne, it began to form and bend before River, creating a duplicate of water and ice, yet it was more lithe, agile looking. A nimble beast to combat a nimble beast after all. Before River could order an attack, the beast revealed a red jewel that glistened and attacked his allies. Red streaks flew forth and made gouges into the areas they hit, bit River stood his ground and began to analyze the jewel and blast to see if he could find a weakness or at least ascertain what they were dealing with. Once the barrage ended he commanded his beast to attack. Its hind, catlike legs bent before it kept forward, darting to the enemy and using its clawed hands to strike where the jewel was held.