After a bit of a stretch the group was fully out of the collapsing church, some more worse for wear than others. The holy spellcaster woman explained why she popped up inside of the sealed church after thanking him, but the behemoth just shrugged his shoulders in response. [color=crimson]"No problem."[/color] He rumbled out, his voice unsurprisingly deep even outside of a combat situation.

The elven paladin had come skidding out with the downed archer, making him raise an eye-ridge. Yes she had been controlled by the necromancer...or evil cleric, whatever the decrepit old man had been, but she had been seriously wrecked in a physical way. That hand would never pull a drawstring again even with magic. But the building was still coming down, and the group was literally right next to it in a narrow alley. There wasn't really any time for talking now.

So with a grunt he tucked the buxom elven woman under his arm, and grabbed Vani by collar of his breastplate before moving. That long stride, along with lacking the desire to be crushed, brought them to the exit of the alley and beyond to get further away from the collapsing stone building. [color=crimson]"I know you tried saving that girl, but she wasn't going to recover from that."[/color] He said to the paladin as he set the two back down. Despite his strength carrying an extra three hundred to four hundred pounds was not an easy feat!

His buffs passed, he was back to being his still absurdly strong non-glowy self covered in dust and sweat, and was breathing pretty heavily at this point. The archer, he felt, had been too far gone. Honestly if the building [b]hadn't[/b] been collapsing he would have ended that suffering swiftly.