"Your peoples have ever been a fickle lot. If Prince Thrandel paid more attention to the changing landscape of a battle, than he did the sweet taste of wine, and the beauty of Elven whores, I dare say my Baalor campaign could well have gone differently. Still, your company is appreciated all the same – I hope you have no misgivings towards me? It’s not that I wanted a war with Nillanor, it’s just, well, you long lived fellows hold grudges for a great period of time.” As the prince spoke, Kyrtaar felt rage boil to the surface, but the prince turned it into a sort of compliment towards the middle, and a statement on the youth of man at the end. Kyrtaar jokingly replied. "But to the children of the earth, a mere century feels like a long period of time." 

Kyrtaar would follow the group through the hallway, until in a rather surprising instant, the minotaur yelled something about an ambush, and burst through a wall, and into a small army. The sun shone through the hole, blinding him for a few seconds. The Lizard, bug, joined him in the melee and the prince followed. The Half elf and Dark elf both started fighting stragglers. Kyrtaar simply followed out, walking. He stood in the sun, and raised his arms, smiling. He felt the warmth of the sun on his skin, and drank it deep in, absorbing the powers of the cosmos. For several seconds he just stood in the middle of the battle.

He saw the men approaching him to kill him before he opened his eyes. He ducked right as a man lunged with a sword. He opened his eyes, which had taken back to glowing. Kyrtaar shot the man in the side with Eldritch energies, killing him. He felt invincible. His body was reinforced with the energies, granting him additional strength and speed. Kyrtaar walked towards the next man, drawing his sword. He parried the first blow, side stepped the follow through before the man had started to swing, and brought his own blade down on the man's shoulder, driving it deep into the man's chest in a downward blow. He wrenched it free, and approached the next man.

Each other blink was a vision of what was the come, and Kyrtaar used it to devastating effect, killing a half dozen men in melee without even being touched himself. Kyrtaar felt like a literal god walking among mortals, killing each with impunity, but it was not to last. He dropped to a knee, an arrow whizzing over his head. He turned, striking the man in the chest from 40 yards with a blast, knocking him off his feet. He didn't see the second arrow, which hit him in the back of his left shoulder. The leather vest, and his reinforced body stopped the projectile from actually making it through his body, but the wound was still excruciating. Kyrtaar dropped his sword, and smote the man where he stood with his powerful Eldritch attack. Kyrtaar struggled to one handedly put his longsword away, but managed it. 

He looked around, seeing the battle unfold. The Minotaur was going to be overwhelmed, along with the bug and lizard. The prince could barely handle two guards, but was rescued by the half elf who then managed to get stuck under a dead body. They were as good as dead. Kyrtaar figured he could take out another dozen or so, but even with the pressure of the cosmos bearing down on him, he was still a wounded, malnourished, dehydrated being. His newfound energy under the sun was a temporary cure. 

Kyrtaar would not die on his knees though, and stood up, to blast a charging swordsman off his feet. He left arm hurt too much to move, so he was only slinging off his blasts with his right hand. A rain of arrows would then come down on the guards, as horse archers came cresting over a hill. Kyrtaar knew not who they were, but knew that the enemy of his enemy was most likely not going to kill him right now, and he took off towards the horse archers, running, and panting heavily from all the stress of his wound, and lack of actual energy. When he would got to the horses, he would breathlessly say "Hey! I'm... Kyr...taar, helped.... prince escape"