[@Zarkun][@Sanguine Rose]

Five, no there were probably more than that. Nolans eyes darted as he tried his best to keep track of their movements, but these bloody things were too fast to actually get a firm stance on their numbers though he refused to turn his spell off. The moment he did so would have meant giving up any possible advantage he could take over these damned lizard dire wolves. 

Nolan jumped off his horse. There was no point on being on a it; these things were too fast and frankly, he was faster than his borrowed steed and could maneuver better on foot than trying to move on a panicking steed if the Asterins got close enough or if they were freaked out by them or more likely by him, which was great timing because three very hungry lizards were making a mad dash towards them.

[color=00746b]"Your hunger must be dulling your instincts,"[/color] he said almost as if he was insulted. Inky darkness swirled and slithered around his body followed by a suffocating pressure of magical energy. The smell of ash hung in the air and small specks of powder trailed behind the violent swirl of magic around the mage. It gathered around his hands and swirled around his hands like miniature tornados. He swung his arms forward and released two vortexes of pitch-black ash with the attempt to swallow the three Asterin and send hurling into the air at such a great distance that they either died on impact or were sent so far away that they would not become a problem.