[center][h1][color=pink]Yinha Karathros[/color][/h1][/center]

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Without skipping a beat, the angelic summon seemed to almost turn its head towards Serafaye as she suggestion a similar tactic to get the group out of the nick of danger. Its master in turn heard that suggestion through it, and saw the gesture to come forward, before a command came to it for another thing. Not that it minded, it was getting to do something at least. But hoisting up the polearm again the angelic suit of armor continued its charge, howling in alien tongue and screeching with an unearthly sound as it charged at the remaining men. It wasn't that dumb as to suicide, but rather to pursue and attack the remaining foes as they stood there stopped in their tracks to process things. After all, that made them a rather good target, and it would be aiming to cleave into the nearest of those remaining 'obstacles' with an angelic zeal. Strike while the iron was hot!

In the meantime, Yinha moved a bit closer but not out of the cover of the smoke. As much as she wanted to make a break, at the same time she was trying her best to conserve mana for healing as soon as they got out and far enough away. Kaze was already a hot mess imbibed with various blades and wounds, [s]stupid lizard[/s], the threat wasn't entirely gone, and on top of that she wasn't seeing others running out into the open...at least yet. Her summon was going about what she'd guided it to do (albeit it had seemed to enjoy the order) if nothing else, and that was as much as she could help at the moment. However, she was physically poised to make a blitz for the gate and generally forward if or as the need arose. 

The High Elf's chest and breathing heaved somewhat, though, after all of this running and nearly dying and almost constant battle along the way. She had to make this count, she had to! Otherwise-...well, that road could be approached if they ever came to it. The mage really hoped, however, that they would [b]not[/b] come to that point at all if she could help it.