Dreamless sleep is the best kind of sleep; you're mind is clear and you're not doing anything but resting. Some argue that dreaming is the best kind, Melvus would disagree. He would, however, agree that interrupted sleep is the worst kind of sleep... That was what his sleep was, dreamless, yes, but it was interrupted... Melvus rather enjoyed his sleep. Why, then, was it constantly being interrupted. It wasn't even anything particularly loud which had woken him, it was just the sound of distant commotion and some yelling from outside. 

[I]It would appear that I slept for a few hours... I'll see what is transpiring outside...[/i] Melvus got up from his bed, got himself dressed and made his way to the window of his second story room. As he looked out he noticed the woman... [I]Sana? Yeah...[/i] She slammed against the wall of the inn, blood splattering from her. He also took note of the nun running to her and a few of his companions outside. They were fighting something. [I]I suppose I should help... I've had enough sleep...[/i]

After retrieving his staff and sword he made his way outside, remembering that he didn't have his cloak. [I]My potion was in there... Oh well, I shouldn't need it for this.[/i] There was very little light outside, only some ambient torch-light. Even in the low light, he could see the hellhound, mainly because it seemed to be on fire, probably because it was - or rather its oral region was... At any rate, the beast was accompanying a man. He wore black armor and seemed to radiate evil. [I]That's that I suppose.[/I]

The monk, the knight, and the elf attacked at once, they landed but didn't seem to do much damage as the black knight rolled, avoiding the blunt if their attacks. 

Melvus could feel his own power, it was rather low. He drew his sword and disappeared. [I]I'll use my weaker spells for now... and my sword, I'd rather not pass out here.[/i] "My master once told me... I am the calm center of the storm, that I must remain fearless, patient and calm as my opponent rages around me." Melvus' cut into the fight as he materialized in front of the heroes, between them and the dark knight. "He also told me to strike through my opponent!" With that a glowing arm appeared behind Melvus, slamming against the ground, thrusting the wizard toward his opponent, sword at the ready.