The evil one went to charge once again on his hell hound towards Sana and through the rest of the group but the sudden slam to his Hell Hounds neck right in front of him caused the best to stumble as his head went down; the club that Lob wielded breaking through the skin from the force of the bash and causing a decent amount of blunt force trauma. The knight of darkness did his best to stay on his mount but as Fiona came in from behind and sliced with her blade he tumbled off the large monster to the ground; Fionas blade catching the tendon on the back side of left rear leg and cutting it clean through. The Hell Hound roared in pain as the wound oozed a dark fluid that looked similar to blood but seemed to have a much deeper hue to the gooey substance. 

	It growled deeply, baring its teeth as it turned its attention towards Fiona; the beats head whipping around as it moved on three legs, refusing to put the injured one on the ground at this time. It was injured but far from being out for the count. The Anti-Paladin grunted as he hit the ground but managed to tumble and come up on his feet, his blade still in his hand. Dirt and dust falling off his dark armor as his fingers flexed, gripping his blade tight in one hand as the other hand fanned out as if to say [i]come get me[/i]. That smirk on his lips was still there, as if he was enjoying it and he held no care if his mount was already injured. 

	“First you, then the child,” he said in a low guttural voice towards the group as he waited for the next onslaught of attacks.