Warren had smelled a strange scent when the high priest had came on stage and as things had progressed his mood changed to one of worry which put him on alert. Then the dark beam flew over head. Warren stood ripping his cloak off and watches from the tall building as the high priest killed his king and tried to kill the young man. Then the light. Warren knew it was time. Warren watched the high priest escape but at the last second he willed a seed to follow. It did and caught a ride on the robes the thing was wearing. It extended spines into the robe and Warren felt a faint connection seeing in his minds eye a little of the surroundings of the seed. Hearing came next as he listened just the rustling of the cloak.

Warren brought his focus back to the battle below and snarled. His more beastial form took shape as his placed his cloak and belongs down under some wood then lifted his head and let out a howl that disrupted the battle. Heads turned on both sides. Warren was a mass of fur and fangs. Whisps of green smokey energy trailed off him as he jumped high then down onto a demon. 

Almost as if ferrel Warren tore into the creaturea of darkness. "Seraph of light, your mother has sent me visions to aid you in all I can!" Warren now stood between the kid and the demons. Fighting them off he turned only slightly. "Captain get the king though he may have already perished out of here. It'll do no good for him to be mangled at a funeral."

Warren had then been caught unaware. Claws raked across him and Warren howled in pain jumping back to the kid. "Sorry kid looks like I'm not going to be able to hold them all off." Warren stood again holding a defensive stance hoping reinforcements would arrive. He couldn't have been the only one to have had visions.