Baron watched as the vampire rather elegantly evaded the giants punch. Apparently no help had been necessary. Surprising agility from someone who had, previously, shown nothing of the sort, though. Then again, one doesn't live through over seven centuries without something up their sleeves. Baron smiled approvingly as Mithias again resorted to peace, attempting to get the boy to surrender. Obviously the attempt wouldn't work, as shown by the previous ploys of parley. When the golem flexed and bristled with hundreds of icy spikes that gleamed like a bad lens flare, Baron cringed for Mithias' sake, in a manner similar to that of a sports fan when their favorite team misses a shot horribly. 

Baron paced around, staying well within Cassandra's protective ward as he watched Jaklo mount another assault on the golem. After a long hard fight, it appeared that the icy monolith had been worn down enough to fall to this final onslaught. Jaklo's blood spilling across the ground marked that the golem's fall was not a minute too soon. Continuing the fight with a wounded comrade would've ended in almost certain death for the poor hunter.

With slow, calculated movements, Baron strolled forward alongside Cassandra and The Pit as they moved closer to the fallen hunter. As the witch knelt to pull some form of healing-voodoo-somethingorother on Jaklo, Baron glanced around with a casual expression on his face, but a stern glare in his eyes. His pet weasel and fox, having sacrificed themselves to the golem's fist, were gone -nothing but a static cloud of energy left from the explosion. The wolf, however, survived. It limped through the air as though injured, and arcane energy was pouring out from empty wounds like steam from a broken pipe. Baron gave it a whistle, before vaguely gesturing to the now inactive golem. The wolf whined, but plodded over nonetheless. 

When Drake chose to manhandle the boy from his suit of armor, Baron intervened. The wolf's spectral fur bristled as it growled up at Drake, teeth bared. [color=9966cc]"Put him down, Drake. Mon dieu, what are you thinking?"[/color] Though Baron strutted closer to Drake as he commanded the massive lizard-man, he never strayed far from the Pit. He raised his good arm, and chanted a short incantation as he pointed to the unmoving mage. Runes of blue energy encircled the near-corpse of a boy as Baron's warming charm was transferred to his body. 

[color=9966cc]"Look at him, for Gods sake. He's done. We don't need to kill him, you brutish bastard."[/color] Baron said, body racked with shivering. He hugged his right arm tight to his body as he felt the cold sting of the air penetrate his clothes. He looked down on Drake as best he could, considering the size difference, hoping that his tone of voice would be enough to impose his will on the dragon-like creature.