[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]Beside the Cave
                                                                                          [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color]Mist 

"[color=00ff66]Keystone![/color]" Calanon cried, his hands now whipping his drawn bow out and aiming almost instantly. He was not entirely sure if his magical song would help or not, but he had no other way of hurting the creature or helping his allies than him attempting it. However, it seemed to have done very little in the way of aiding his team. He doubted Keystone hit the creature and harmed it because of his magical music. Brogach was kept calm, but bayed nonetheless at what was occurring. 

Still, he watched with a sinking fear when he saw the creature rear its terrifying visage upon the one who had harmed it. The blood seeping out of Keystone gave Calanon a cold shiver in the pit of his stomach. He had not spoken to the Pugilist much, but he quite enjoyed his company and matter-of-fact way of thinking and speaking his mind. He'd lost comrades before, and by the Gods he wasn't going to lose this one. Perhaps this less corporeal form was easier to harm? He loosed two arrows, aiming for the creature's eyes.