[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/FBrdjSk/image.png[/img][h3]Malphas
Super Secret Cult Fleeting[/h3][@Rune_Alchemist][/center]
Seeing as he would be left alone for the time being, it was likely Malphas's best time to escape. There are two things that were in his way, though: Getting the cultists off his tail and getting back to the village without that beast catching notice. He was able to take care of one of those two problems easily enough, thankfully, clutching one of the arrows from his quiver. He would squeeze his hand on the arrowhead until blood was drawn, letting it drip around where he was seated. For dramatic effect, he would leave a big hand-print on the wall, dragging it downwards to the ground to indicate a sinister fate. Once his artwork was complete, Malphas would prepare his escape, snapping the arrow onto the grass and leaving it on the ground.

With a few squats and deep breaths, Malphas gathered the magical energy within his soul into his body once more. Before he channeled the energy to his legs, he would make the best scream of pain he could muster. Once that was done, Malphas completed his spell, allowing the mystical energies to once more channel into his legs. What was left for him was a mad dash towards the village, heading in a path opposite to where he heard the hunters were going. For good measure, Malphas would manifest his wings if it would afford him a cleaner escape. He already had trouble walking through the woods, after all.