It was over. They only Argen being seriously injured. Still, they had a healer. As long as he was healed, he'd be fine. That's what Renauld told himself, anyways. For many people, injuries like that were the end of careers. The fear of being struck like that overtook them. Being the vanguard of a party was, for most, a death sentence for even the hardiest of folks. It consisted of eating as many blows as possible, getting up, and eating more. Renauld was not jealous of Argen's position.
With a great sigh of relief, he sunk his staff into the ground to use as a support. Using magic really took the wind out of you, especially as quickly as he did. Well, he was going to do his part in helping everyone pack up. Well, four hands were better than two. He'd go and help Oscar dismantle the apes. Unless, of course, they went further to help whatever was ahead.
Still, leaving those two apes to flee left him a touch worried. Monsters weren't dumb; if they thought they would die, they'd run. But to what? To hide or to get help?