[color=14cedb][u][b][center][h3]Brennen Garron[/h3][/center][/b][/u]

	Brennen listened to the cleric speaking of his abilities and was amazed. "I really never knew how healing magicks worked. That's quite interesting" as he listened on to the cleric's talk of being allies, he was sure this plan would work.
Once the cleric was in place and had yelled [b]"Now!"[/b], Brennen dashed for the so-called screecher, right hand around his okatana hilt and his left grabbing the sheathe. Once at top speed, Brennen pops his katana's blade out an inch, as he had been taught. He closed in on the screecher and, once he was finally at optimum range, he whipped his katana out and sliced it at an upward diagonal slice, attempting to hit as many nerves as possible, causing a large gash across its back.
Remembering about its arms, he drops his katana and grabs his swords, a thumb on each blade as he channels fire into them, heating them enough to slice through flesh. Parallel, vertical lines are what Brennen made in the air to rip the arms from the screecher, the air filling with the smell of burnt flesh. 
A little smug, Brennen said "can't rip anything now, eh?" He then walks over to his katana, preparing to finish off the screecher, when he heard a commotion over at the scarecrows. 
"Shit, they're getting hurt a lot over there. We gotta help." With that, Brennen rushed off to make some hay bales.[/color]