[center][b]Town Square – Rayvon Krayvitch[/b][/center] --- Rayvon's eyes dart to Wayne worriedly and the fallen dagger-wielding protector, feeling a burning pain in her shoulder herself. She swallows and holds her sword defensively against the mage before her, “HOLD! WAIT! STAY YOUR MAGIC! We have to help them!” Rayvon pleads, stepping back. “I cannot bear arms against you while their lives are at stake, I plead with you, hold so we might save them!” Jeremy shakes his head as the shadowy magic climbs across his form, wrapping around his torso snugly as he speaks with a hollow, demonic tone. "They are dead, and soon, so will you." Rayvon furrows her brow, standing her ground now as she hefts her sword. “Stay your blade, I will give him my blood. IS HE NOT YOUR BROTHER?! We can save him at least!” "Foolish woman." He scowled. "He is a blood brother, we are kin of the brood not real brothers." Still, even then, the concern was plain on his face. "Still." He points at Wayne, who was a few feet away from them after being knocked beside Andrea by him earlier. "He will have plenty when you are dead." Rayvon glares, having heard enough, “There is no way to turn you from this path then. So be it. May the divine have mercy on you, lost soul.” With that, she shifts out of the way for the archer that had hit her once already to give them a clear shot. If he went after her, she would interpose herself once more to defend the archer. --- [center][b]West Watch Tower – Maeven Lucre[/b][/center] --- Fafnir, meanwhile, was roaring out still in pain. It would seem he had not for a long time felt such pain and it was near debilitating to him, halting him in his tracks. Maeven herself looses a squeek of shock as she suddenly sees a succubi mere inches away after it tore through Fafnir's wing. Swallowing back fear and near panicking at what these claws could do to her, she releases the blunderbuss still racked against Fafnir's neck and whips out her flintlock at her waist, raising it level and firing it at the succubus' face.