Just as the hyaenodon was about to break free and rush towards Kadarin, with visions of crushing the mage’s neck with its jaws, another inky-black morass enveloped the beast. It squealed in frustration as it was bound anew in Kadarin’s webs.
The lone soldier who didn’t burn, ended up as dead as his comrades, as he stumbled (tripped by Adan) toward Kyrian, only to be run through the chest, armor and all, from one strike from the Carmine Rose, backed up by Kyrian’s bull-strength thrust. The soldier fell dead immediately, staring down at the blade, with an astonished look upon his face.
Adan meanwhile, quickly picked up the soldier’s sword and attempted to end the hyaenodon’s misery, while avoiding the webbing himself. He found the exercise impossible, dropping the blade once more, in frustration.
The Hyaenodon moaned in anguish.
Now the companions turned to look upon the battling ogres. It seemed Vorodon was holding his ground against the savage assault, but now five ogres in total were attacking the Volgottir, and it seemed the tide of battle would soon turn.
Worse, Kadarin could now spy more ogres back in the camp, mobilizing.