Arrows flew past Kalai - in truth, he had expected as much from the dirty savages that surrounded him, only the ancient one had kept him from destroying them thus far, and now Kalai's very life was threatened because of that fact. Before another volley could be fired, he reached into one of his wide sleeves and produced a small, leaden vial. It was a spell that he had not yet mastered, although it was close to his own school of magic. His master had gifted him with a few vials that could produce the spell for him - he would only resort to using it in a dire situation. Avoiding being turned into a pin cushion was a good example. The barbarians raised their bows again, and Kalai moved to uncork the vial.

The arrows flew, and Kalai was knocked off his feet before he could do anything with his potion. The vial threatened to roll away, but his nimble fingers managed to grab it at the very last second. One disaster avoided, but his gown had been dirtied as a result. A minor inconvenience in comparison to the barbarian on top of him. It was not hard to figure out that the chief had saved him on purpose, but Kalai never the less considered melting the man's face off on the spot. It was not to happen, however, as the cry of Ask shifted his attention to the druid - towards which the hawk was now advancing. Reaching out, Kalai was able to send another fistful of fire arcing above the warriors. The angle was steeper this time, and the margin smaller. For now, he could only hope that he'd at least get close. Turning around, the southerner made an attempt to get the barbarian off of him. "I thank you... chief. But, will you please leave my back".

As the fireballs exploded and the quarry fell, Ask returned to his withering old self, now clad in thick robes of wolf fur. He had a plan this time, and as he stretched his arms out in the air, the shadows of his face seemed to darken as he concentrated. A rumble sounded from deep beneath the earth, and rocks of all sizes began to clump together at the druid's feet, jumping on top of each other to form a pile. It was a summoning spell, one of the ancient druid's specialties. He needed something with the raw power to quickly punch through the magics in his way, and fast-paced violence had never been the focus of Ask's studies. His way was battles of attrition, preferably with time to prepare. For the village, he had already formed a plan. Catching a swallow with invisible magics, not so much. Especially not with Kalai, his main source of violence, hindered.

Ask remained in that state, arms outstretched as larger and larger rocks dragged themselves to the growing pile by his legs. He could only hope that the quarry would remain down for a while longer. Needless to say, his hopes were crushed mere moments later, as the charred form of the prey rose from the pit in which it had lain. Redoubling his efforts, Ask called for the rocks to move faster, and for his companion to stall it more. There were too few rocks. The druid needed more time.