The battle ensuing in the courtyard was epic to say the least, yet somehow, in the bushes, not far from the courtyard, a lazy fellow slimbered through the heat and explosions. He was a tan young man with a wild mane of hair upon his head. He was commonly known as Mutt. Mutt, was snuggled happily in a burberry bush under the shade of a tree o unoknown identity.

Here, in his little bubble, there was no battle or fire, or high exerts of magical energy, and thus Mutt was simply laying and wagging his tail in his sleep. The breeze suddenly picked up though, and thats when Mutt noticed the heat. He poke his head sleepily from the bush and saw the battle. He would have ignored it and gone back to bed if he didnt sniff the air first.

[b]SNIFF! SNIFF![/b] was that... Could it be??? [b]SNIIIIIIFFFF!!![/b] Suddenly Mutt was on all fours, with his eyes glazing the scene for his long lost friends. A spout of joy overcame him, then...

[color=gold] AAAAAARRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO![/color] Mutt called longingly for his missed friends, which he swore he could smell cooking in the flames.