Semyon found himself flying.

No, that wasn't quite accurate. He found himself launched skywards, momentum slowly but steadily reversing, threatening to soon send him plummeting back to earth. Shook off like the flea he had been, Semyon hadn't been able to so much as distract the monolithic god-wolf below. He'd merely been an annoyance, one to be brushed off without even bothering to check what it was. And now he was skywards, slowly speeding up as the wind began to whip him by, and not even his undead strength and toughness would be enough to avoid serious injury.

Although... was there a... was Tamarind looking to catch him?

The wight blinked at the sight, unsure if he was correctly making out the small, moving dot off the side of Fenris' massive flank. It was only a moment, then his arms snapped to the sides of his coat, forcing them open and steady to catch what wind they could. It wouldn't slow him down much -not enough to really matter- but it gave him some control. Shifting his arms, shifting his body as much as he could, Semyon managed to sort of aim himself towards the more-and-more-Tamarind-shaped blur below him. 

Then he lost sight of her completely, an instant of confusion and surprise forcing him to lose what composure had let him aim himself so far.

[i]Then[/i] a large, furred form struck him at the side, just as he was preparing to meet the ground rushing up ahead. His vision blurred through a screen of fur, momentum suddenly launched sideways as he and Tamarind struck the ground in a tumbling, almost intentional-looking roll. 

[i]"Spasibo-[/i] Thank you..." Eventually they stopped, Semyon managing to stand more-or-less undamaged by the unwelcome fall. The slightest hints of a smile tugging on pale lips, he offered Tamarind a hand up, gaze shifting back to Fenris as he did so. 

"Deadly..." He shook his head, looking back to Tamarind. "We should fall back a-"

Something gripped him from within, cold hands clasping around his very essence and pulling tight. There was a rush, a sudden, intense chill the likes of which he didn't even [i]know[/i] he could feel, and Tamarind was gone.

Fenris, his comrades, then entire hilltop was gone.

Eyes snapped wide, one hand darting under his coat to snap out a wicked-looking knife, glinting silver along it's keen edge. He spun, seeing nothing but shifting, amorphous shapes, darkness, mist and water. He wasn't with his comrades anymore, he had been pulled somewhere else... Into...

Into death.

"Reaper- [i]REAPER![/i]" He spun, gaze darting frantically to track down the one being he knew who could have done this. [i]"What have you done!?"[/i]

((((*Spasibo - 'Thank you'))