Julian was so caught up with trying to free himself from Clayton's hair, he had not noticed the raccoons until ones grubby little hand coiled around him and ripped him out of the Werewolf's hair. He let out a chirp of surprise and pain as he found himself being crumpled up into a little ball. But Julian would not go down lightly. He peeked and peeked, flaring up once more with red hot flames in the raccoons grip. 

Hadn't these little buggers done enough already? His body, his clothes, all of it lay in ashes on the ground and he was the size of a doorknob, all his glorious splendor reduced to this. 

Julian was surprised to find that the contact with the wall wasn't painful at all. He peered up at the wooden paneling in relief but that relief was short lived as another raccoon came at him with the very magical orb he had tried to get his hands on previously. He tried to get out of the way but he was exhausted. It takes a lot out of someone coming back from the dead. He was pretty sure that if this orb made connect and killed him again, he wouldn't have the energy to come back. It was would be a permanent death. 

He closes his eyes and just accepted his fate. This is what he got for taking the blast himself and keeping the tavern from turning to ash. Well, it was a good life anyways. 

The orb came crashing down and even though he felt the pain from the impact, it didn't crush him like he had expected. Again and again, the orb came down to only meet a glittering shield around his body. Eventually the raccoons ran off and little Julian slowly fluttered down to the ground, breathing heavy and in pain but alive. Amelia appeared before him and he let out a quiet cheer before he settled on the ground in a heap.