The Anti-Paladin stared down Hugh as he watched the man leave the side of the woman that he had already dispatched in his mind, that smirk widening to a large and cruel smile, brown teeth showing from behind the mattered lips. He brought his sword out to strike but because his focus was on Hugh he did not notice the elf woman coming up behind him. Vaeri was able to bring her axe down and take a good gash out of his left shoulder causing the swing he was trying to take at Hugh to block to fail. Hugh swung the sword towards the evil one and it sliced across his chest from right shoulder to left hip but due to his armor it did not take him out of the fight yet but it was enough to break through the mans armor in some of the weaker places and pierce his skin. If that wasn’t enough he suddenly dropped to one knee as he was struck from above by an unknown assailant. Hanzo managed to take advantage of the situation and strike true but it was only enough to knock the Anti-Paladin down on one knee, though his scalp had a nice gash in it from the force. 

Even with all three of heroes landing their blows it wasn’t enough to stop the man.  He was not able to return any of the attacks but rolled to the side and came back up on one knee facing the three before him, placing himself between them and Sana.  The three had been lucky to hit the Anti-Paladin and not each other. Tobias, however was not as lucky and then again was lucky in the same breath. As he came down to attack the Hell Hound turned his attention to him and leapt out the way, a move that would send Tobias to the ground instead of into the monsters back. The beast swung his claw towards Tobias but had jumped too far and just missed; his claws coming dangerously close to the thief. 

Sister Agnes concentrated on healing Sana instead of the fight but Wylsen watched with worry between both scenes. What the man had just been hit with he should have been at least knocked out cold but no, he was crouched there and ready to attack once again. Sana suddenly gasped for air and sat up straight, Wylsens head turning quickly to look at her and sighed in relief. Sana coughed slightly and held her chest. She still hurt but at least she was conscience now and sitting up on her own. Sister Agnes falling back slightly to rest against the post, feeling very drained from the amount of healing that Sana had required. 

Sana looked at the group and slowly pushed herself to her feet, rocking unsteady due to still feeling weak as she began to look around for her bow. Wylsen grabbed her by the shoulders to steady her but she tried to push him away, yet unable to do so. Wylsen finally took a moment to look at her closely and tilted his head to the side, she hid it well but as she told him to, “let me go,” her gypsy accent flowed through. The old mans hands glowed for a moment as he did something he had not done in decades. Looking at her he found a truth she had buried deep that she may not even been aware of. Sana looked at him oddly as he smiled at her; the glow fading away. 

“You know what to do, now do it Gypsy,” he said quickly.

“Then let me get my bow!” she snapped but the apothecary held his ground. “What? Wait.. you don’t mean…”

“Yes I do, now do it before things get worse,” he whispered. 

“It won’t work,” she said trying to push away from him but again physically she was too weak.

“Only if you don’t let it,” he said before finally releasing her. Sana tilted slightly but managed to grab ahold of the post and keep herself on her feet. Taking a deep breath she looked at the old man worried who only replied with a smile and a motion with his hand for her to do whatever it was he was speaking about; the nun looking on had no idea, she was confused as Sana had been at the beginning on the conversation. Sana nodded slowly and turned to face the group that was fighting to keep the child she had brought into the village safe. Seeing Hugh there she knew she had to at least try, she didn’t have the strength to pull back a bow string; even if she did she couldn’t risk not hitting her mark and hitting one of them.