Brandon
```HP: 335
AP: 100
MP: 100 -85```
Martin
Shwook screamed.
```Damage taken!
HP: 2657 / 2715
Phase 0.5 - Her guard is down!```
It was such a resounding hollar that reverberated off the glass of the city; so loud and thunderous that it alerted every single thing with ears within a 1-mile radius.

```Action 1: Ferocious Shout [10 AP] | 142 Damage
AP: 140 / 150```
There was ample opportunity for the assailant to cling to Shwook's back.
Raul
Xanaro winces as shwook screeches, and brings up his arm to swat away any of the flames that may have been left over from the attack.

His tranquility remains as his gaze quickly shifts over to rudeth, staring at her for a few moments. A minimal threat, at best. He carefully rises onto shwooks back, standing before rolling up the left sleeve of his coat.

A weapon isnt needed.

Though, he just waits idly, to see how things will proceed.
Martin
```HP: 2599 / 2715```

"WARK! STOP THAT! THAT SIZZLES!" This time she didn't scream, but she certainly sounded mad.

However, Shwook suddenly didn't have the leisure to protest.

**WOOSH!**

The azhdarchid made a hard left to narrowly avoid hitting the building ahead - flying further into the dark city, where she would quickly find herself lost.

The rain suddenly felt like it came down in pellets, while the wind howled like an awakened dragon.

Shwook would attempt to go higher, but quickly found that the upper half of the city was basically a damn Wind Tunnel! Shwook had no choice but to fly lower.

"Keep that pest distracted while I try to get us out of here! I can't fly beyond a certain threshold in this place - I think these glass spires condense the storm near the top!"