[u][h3]Lyamis (Naga), Catacomb[/h3][/u] Lyamis heard Ssarak and Grey talk, relaying their information, both making it clear they would remain behind with the Naga. A fact he had mixed feelings about. His pride stirred and tried to deny they didn’t need the aid when in reality he knew better. Their numbers had already dwindle past safe levels and another attack was impossible to withstand against. Instead of hiss or stiffen, as was the normal, he merely casted away the thought then focused on his allies. Thinking Myrn could stand, he had completely released until her body gave out and leaned against him. Impulsively his tail jerked up and was the first to slow her fall, preventing her body from slamming down on him or the floor. His hands clasped around her and gently lowered her into his coils. Wet, warm liquid started to ooze across his darker scales as she spoke one word. [color=fff79a]"Medic."[/color] The male Naga noticed the medic kit at her waist and reached for it, his fingers delicately unbuckling the leather then removing it. Feeling her wounds still bleeding, he grabbed a large wad of cloth then stuffed it into her side in order to stifle the bleeding. Unfamiliar with the kit, his tongue flickered out and scented the dried components. He knew one, a desert flower used to increase blood clotting, as he gripped the single sack then started to gently grind it into her wound. The woman would likely flinch in pain which swelled in her body causing her stir briefly and slouch back down. Ssarak’s words penetrated into his mind in an attempt to soothe and pacify him. [color=f7941d][i]"I would not be afraid of Khan. Unlike Tyrael, he is not a fallen demonmancer, and as our headmaster, is far more rational. I do not expect you will be detained. Actually, I would expect him to give you aid, once the situation with Tyrael has been concluded. As long as you abide by the rules of the college, of course. We need only keep Tyrael from becoming violent until he arrives."[/i][/color] Lyamis’ simple reply wasn’t a kind one. [i]’We shall see… currently, I’ve had enough demons and demonomancers.’[/i] Grey, the guardsman, had lowered his weapons into a slightly more relaxed posture. However it was clear he would start up again if the man felt his efforts to calm the monster ahead weren’t as effective as they all suspected. [b][color=mediumpurple]"Understood, Sir. I shall keep an eye on them"[/color][/b] A simple reply to the order, and it seemed he would follow through with it. The brutish man’s attitude turned upon the earlier mention of the shapeshifter and curious where it had gone. Lyamis wasn’t, despite it attacking it his people and nearly killing them all. At the present he was far more interested in keeping the very wood elf at his tail from bleeding to death. Survival, however, was another matter altogether. “The wood elf is bleeding, and her wounds need sealed, and packed. Then she needs to rest, through not sure if she will live past today.” He stated calmly with his hands trying to stop the bleeding. [u][h3]Cosh, Lyn’s hunt[/h3][/u] [b]Helena & Sinys[/b] The woman yelped, her voice escaped and filled the female with excitement. Her teeth crunched down harder and threatened to break bone. It seemed like the Cosh was winning, her weight overwhelming and pushing the plump woman downward. Her paw like hands pushed up then scratched on the woman’s tunic. Loud shredding sounds came when her nails ripping into the tunic until Helena twisted the blade, pushing it deeper. There was muffled whine at the pain flooding through the Cosh causing her to still completely. A fresh, thicker stream of blood flooded from her throat. Helena was unknowingly slicing the Cosh’s throat open. Survival instinct jumped in causing the feline like monster causing her to growl as she tightened her hold briefly, then released. Her tongue stained with red while her eyes glowed in anger. Her body abruptly leaned back on her hind legs, bring her slightly upright with a hunched posture until she just a few inches shy of Helena’s height. However, the Cosh hadn’t counted on her tail being tugged. When Sinys tugged it, her left hind paw jerked about to snap at him while her left hand like paw swing at Helena’s head from the left side. If it hit, she would’ve been tossed to the ground with a pounding headache and slight dae, through no serious head trauma or damage. Meanwhile Sinys would’ve felt the sharp, harsh breath of the beast’s teeth nearly clamping down on the base of his neck with her angle. Her legs were already adjusting to prevent her fall through when she either hit or missed Helena, it forced her back upon all four with her attention intending on ripping the wood elf to pieces. [b]Keri[/b] The Alpha stood there and waited. His pads dug into the ground as he growled low and threateningly. His eyes narrowed on her weak form rising to her feet, his nose smelling nothing but the cherry blossom scent still lingering on her person. Immediately she dove for his side causing the Cosh to snarl in challenge. Her blade went for his head as he hopped just out of reach, pulling back and to the right putting a little distance from Keri. She had sidestepped where he was originally positioned, his black lips curled into a greedy smile. He didn’t waste much time in cutting down the distance when he coiled down his hunches and pushed forward. His feet left the ground as he made to leap upon her with his hand like paws outward and claws glistening in the reddish light.