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

The Elf had to admit he felt some satisfaction watching his arrow sink into the creature as if it had struck (albeit soft) flesh. Hopefully that had been a wound. Unfortunately, the second arrow having been shot seemed to simply fly through the creature, though his aim was as superb as usual. Still, it wasn't enough and this creature was taking far too long to die. 

He desperately wished he still had his blade Stargleam. It would make short work of this creature, judging by how Thomas had categorized the beast. The blade had been made with a divine enchantment, and would have been the bane of the skeletons as well. [i]Do not linger on what ifs[/i], he bade himself. Calanon would love to shoot more arrows into this beast if it would work, but he knew they wouldn't. 

"[color=00ff66]Brogach![/color]" he called just as the monster was sending its tendrils towards the prone and unmoving Sana. If he couldn't harm the creature, he would make sure that no one was harmed by it as much as he could. He kicked his steed hurriedly and firmly (but not hard) into bounds and leaps toward Sana. He placed his weapons upon Brogach as he did so and did his best to lower himself to see if he could grab her. If not, he'd hop down and place her on Brogach for a quick escape.