[b]“Invisibility, they’re using invisibility magic!”[/b]

Leon's hand shot down to his mask, pressing it up to his face and pulling up the hood of his undershirt to clasp it into place. He drew his longsword and held it one handed for the moment, peering through the mask's eye holes as he surveyed the ambush. It wasn't going well at all, but few ambushes rarely started in the defender's favor. His gaze slid over the downed bowman, noting the same scurrying marks Iliskra had seen. If this was to be a game of hide and seek, this ambusher had chosen the wrong opponent.

Leon prayed briefly, calming his adrenaline accelerated heart and trying to tune out the noise of the ambush around him as he sought his divine connection. To others, it might look as though he were standing still like a fool, but his defenses were still in place as he turned the flat of his sword to deflect the lined up shot of another crossbowman.

[i]Mask, there is a rat here that hides by bending light. Let me show him why the shadows are stronger,[/i] he prayed, feeling the divine power pulsing from his mask and shaping it with his will. His shadow pulsed, suddenly seeming to enlarge as it subtly grew into a circle on the ground around him. Leon knew that, even if they were invisible, any competent ambusher would still launch their attack from behind and so he moved forward, the shadows sliding along the ground along with him as he put his back to the side of the wagon, yet left more than enough space for an attacker to slip into the space as he pretended to prod the air in front of him with his sword.

The slight gasp of surprise was like a warning bell as Leon turned and swung hard with the blade. His spell had worked exactly as he had intended, the shadows from the ground latching onto the feet of the invisible halfling and pouring upwards along his entire body like someone had spilled ink over the invisible man. Leon could see him perfectly, and though the halfling managed to duck the first swing, he had nowhere to escape pinned between Leon and the wagon. Leon's larger weapon and size gave him far too much of an advantage over an opportunistic killer like the halfling, and the still bloody dagger was sent spiraling through the air along with the hand that held it... followed soon after by the man's head. 

The shadows still writhing beneath him, Leon began to hunt for any other invisible killers in their midst. As he did so he reached once more for the power of his god, summoning an old friend that would hunt alongside him. The shadows writhed once more, deepening into a pit that seemed to go to the plane of shadows itself. Rising from the darkness came a vicious wolf with blood red eyes, it's fur as dark as the shadows that summoned it and it's fangs dripping with saliva.

"Kanos, be a dear and show these fools what it means to hunt prey," he muttered, and the wolf bounded off towards the engaged fighters, its teeth and claws ripping into the line of bandits and offering distraction for any fighters that could take advantage of it.