[center][color=a36209][h3]Leonil Drestback[/h3]
Location: Spring
Interacting with: Alaia ([@Alivefalling]) Myra ([@Jellybeans]) Nathaniel ([@HumanMusic]) [/color][/center]
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Leonil was surprised to see the werewolf taken down so easily. However, a blanket of smoke lay over the battlefield, impeding their vision. He ordered his manticore to sniff the vampires out but once it cleared, they were gone. He clicked his tongue and settled his sword back into its sheath. It would seem that they would be coming back with a score to settle with them. Well, Leonil was more than glad to oblige. He still needed to pass retribution on Aklenroth and whoever is under him - for his family's sake. The hunter who killed them was no more than a scapegoat who unknowingly crossed Aklenroth's path after all. 

He patted his manticore's mane as it padded back to him. [color=a36209]"Good job boy."[/color] He cooed and the manticore rubbed its face against his. [color=a36209]"Rest up, I'll probably rely on you more than ever before."[/color] Leonil said and the manticore bobbed its head up and down to signify a nod before disappearing. Leonil felt the weight of the magical power consumed during the fight. Between summoning the tiger earlier and then the manticore as well as activating the runes twice was draining. However, he still had some juice in his systems. He looked at his hand and fire flickered in and out of existence. With a nod, he looked back at Alaia to see him talking with the man with the helmet. Figuring that he had no business listening to them, he walked towards the three headed werewolf who now was on the ground - lifeless. He didn't transform back into the human form, surprisingly.

[color=a36209]"What kind of deals is that vampire making? To create such monstrosities..."[/color] He muttered sadly as he sat down and ran a hand through its body. His hand ignited and spread over the werewolf, engulfing it with orange fire and slowly cremated - the fire contained only to the body and didn't spread anywhere else. He closed his eyes and then muttered, [color=a36209]"May your soul be accepted within the pack in the Eternal Hunting Grounds."[/color] With the last rite muttered, he stood up and the corpse was no more than ashes. Yet another waste of his magical reserve but for him, it was needed. He walked back to Alaia but kept a pretty far distance between him and the two who were conversing. He had his arms behind his back and looked up towards the woman with the dragon. He wondered how she had come to learn about Beast Magic. Truly, he did.