As they spoke, Nathoric placed his hands together, his robed sleeves linking into one another as if they were sewn together from the start. His sharp, dark eyes considered their precarious surroundings, and he listened halfheartedly. “[b]Anyone who is getting saved has been saved by now[/b],” he heard the sorceress say, and his sharp mind immediately went thought to the woman and young boy he had saved not minutes before. His eyes whipped to the building that he had led them into, and not only was the building afire, but he could see ghouls and their illuminations within. His heart grew more sombre, and he shook his head. [i]What was the point?[/i] he inquired to himself, exasperated. 

Suddenly he felt a heavy presence, as if the gravity around him had suddenly doubled under the thick weight of magic. “[b]And getting this to safety.[/b]” was what she woman said next, and he looked at the container she was carrying. "What is that?" he asked. He meant no offense, but the stress from the past few days (weeks?) had taken its toll on him, and it sounded like a demand. Not very wise, however. This woman was more powerful than him, if his mage sight was correct. He would get no answer yet. 

Everything happened quickly after that. The new warrior hacking his way toward them, and the bold stoicism of the elder soldier and the younger bantering. It was good for his morale, to his surprise. That and, at least someone had survived. They could use all the help they could get. He decided then and there that he would help them. Whatever mystical fate had led him here, he was meant to be here. He hoped. 

“[b]I WILL BREAK YOUR BONES, LITTLE MORSELS!!![/b]” a new threat boomed. [i]What the hell?[/i] This new abomination that approached them shook Nathoric to his very core. He could feel the fell energies surrounding it. [i]Calm yourself. You need to focus.[/i] "Yes" he breathed, and then began chanting softly to himself. The air grew very cold around both he and the elder warrior Winston, and suddenly the man was coated in icey armor. "That should help" he declared, and raised his palm at the huge creature. With a word of power, it looked like a violet bomb exploded right upon its chest, staggering it and sending fleshy fragments flying. It didn't kill it however, and Nathoric suddenly fell to his knees from the exertion. He could feel his life force being tugged from all the energy he had used. He grimaced and clutched his chest, pausing. "I did all I could. If we survive a few more minutes perhaps I could cast another spell, but it seems this is all I can do. Now all I have is my good looks," he jested.