Glenn
*Excellent. The rod had disappeared into the skull, and he could feel it still there. Now, all he needed to do was capitalize on the way he had laid the trap. He flew higher and higher, outside the reach of the lizard. There was time now to make the rod spin. The damage it would do as he molded it into a spiky star was always fatal. If a spike was ricocheting and spinning through the lizard's brain, it would certainly turn to mush.

He molded the spear into a set of spikes and sent it whirling about, cutting and slicing in the middle of the brain cavity of the lizard. If it wasn't already dead, it soon would be. They could all figure out the interpersonal specifics later.*
Sharon
As it struggled to even stand, the kaladon glanced over to the prince, its head fidgeting and spazzing out from its brain slowly dying. The beasts motor functions began to slow and as the prince turned the rod into a ball of spikes, the kaladon grew completely still before slumping into the sand, dead and unmoving. The threat, at least in the immediate area, was now gone. But an unconscious tiefling laid in the sand, surrounded by a magical barrier.
Jose
As the beast fell into the sand, dead and gone, Winrae turned to the prince with a nod. "Well done, prince Astalios, though I fear I may have nearly killed an innocent man." Turning, Winrae flew over to Essme and the tiefling man, her magical barrier dropping with the wave of a hand. She saw Essme heal him, but right now she was much more intent on figuring out what the hell was going on. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another man dead in the sand, causing her to slowly glare over at her sister and fellow paladin. "Before you say a *Single* Thing, Essme Faydel, I want you to tell me what it is you are doing outside of Findara with a *Tiefling* And another dead man's corpse in the middle of the Ghanimara Desert."

The paladin removed her helmet, allowing her fiery red hair to flow freely down the back of her golden chestplate. With the sun shining bright above them, it almost seemed to cause her hair to look as if it were indeed on fire. Winrae's white eyes seemed to glow brighter with each word that came out of her mouth, and for a moment it almost looked as though she were rearing to fight Essme for what had just gone down. Her eyes never left Essme, not even to check on the now unconscious tiefling man beneath them.