[center][h1][color=#B5A642][b]Dragan Meszaros[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

It seemed his hunch was wrong. The beast's defense was natural, and his magics weren't recovered enough to wear its body down. Unfortunate. More unfortunate was the fact that this single thought was all Dragan had time for before he was uncermoniously smashed into a mountain, crashing to the ground as he gasped in pain and lost his grip on the beast's back. He was so weak and starved as to not be able to react to such a move in time? How vexing. A creature such as this would have been nothing to any of the vampires present in their prime. 

Of course, the more immediate concern was the pain in his chest and back. A cursory inspection revealed that his plate had dented inward on both sides, but was still usable for the immediate moment. Considering all the other damage it had suffered already, that was a miracle in itself. He'd have to find a competent smith as soon as possible once he made it out of here.

Dragan struggled to pull himself up to one knee, planting his blood rapier in the ground to brace himself. As Ilena made the call to leave, he couldn't help but agree with her, despite how much he hated the thought of simply fleeing this fight. As it stood, this was but a distraction to their main mission, and further conflict would gain them nothing. 

As a result, Dragan didn't struggle when his compatriot's insect minions began to pick him up and drag him back towards the bridge, silently nodding his thanks in her direction.