Darrell
Mai smirked when she saw the man fall, but her joy was short-lived when she realized that the man was casting an ability toward her. She would throw herself to the side and roll over, hoping she wouldn't be hit and have some serious injury. After recovering from the roll, hurt or not, Mai's eyes would fix on the man and would glow blue for a moment. *'You are very persistent... But I am more...'* She thought before transforming herself into a big and intimidating panther.

Upon transforming, she would escape the fire that the man threw at her, turn around and run while he directed the fire at her. If she managed to escape the fire that was chasing her, Mai would try to jump on the man. If possible, she would sink her teeth into his helmet while her heavy body left him in place, and her paws and claws pierced his legs, practically clinging to him. Her front claws would try to reach to his face and cut with with her claws.
Lucille
Seeing his foe crumple to the ground he exhailed in releif but victory was still far away. Turing again he begain to dash towards the clearing, running around the massive tree on his right. Spotting the foes in through the trees ahead.
"Amsu! You doing alright?!"
He hollered out, hearing Amsu take some impact from behind the tree.
John
*The elf would watch as his arrow sunk into the spearman's head. A perfect shot if he knew one. Though his congratulating of himself would be cut off as the sight of the boss approaching came into view. This would cause a panic within Horace as he had no real way of taking him down. All his methods would take no affect on a man with armor that had no weaknesses. All he could do for now was run and try to escape for his teammates to help.*

*Horace would snap his fingers, producing a small, granite stone in his hands. The elf would throw it onto the floor, creating a thick fog. With the line of sight broken, Horace would move backwards, behind the tree to his left. He would use his natural stealth abilities in an attempt to hide from the boss until he could get his baring's.
``Fog Cloud Used (10 Mana cost, 2.5 mana regen, 92.5 Mana remaining.)``

*Amsu would be whimpering to himself, having stifled a cry of pain from his shoulder being absolutely shattered from that hit... No wonder the guy didn't go down after a head bash delivered from on high, apparently he was fmcking Hercules. That extra bit of head trauma though managed to put him down, so Amsu would be channeling his mana into the wound with his `healing touch`...*

"I'm fine, I can heal myself... Although it'll take some time, because of the severity. Help the others." *Amsu would sniffle quite loudly and wipe a tear from his eye, which would lead him to holstering his cane and grip onto the wounded shoulder... Hobbling behind the tree to take some cover*

*As for the summon... It didn't really give a shit that it's arm and nose had been shattered. Digging it's left foot into the ground to stop it from stumbling back too far, it would then use it's still empowered remaining arm to swing for a uppercut into the zweihander wielding menace's jaw.*

~~oop lemme do mana~~

`Healing touch: severe wound (20 mana) , 2.5 regen , 30/50 mana left`
Pablo
*Horace's spell wouldn't hinder the man's movement, but he would look around, unable to see in the dense fog. It looks like he's lost Horace, but then catches sight of the other two through the blaze he created, hefting his pollaxe.*

*The apparition would be able to deal a good uppercut, which would have dealt massive damage to any unarmored man. The summon though, was armored, and takes a single step back, almost into the flames. He regains his balance though and swings its zweihander again in a diagonal swing, from right to left.*

*Mai would end up taking the worst injury. As Mai dashes to the side and hides behind a tree, the cultist picks up his fallen blade. As Mai leaps onto him, he swung brazenly, the blade being set alight and slicing deep into Mai's left side, using that momentum to also roll away to his knees. The wound would not only slice into her, but it would also coat the open flesh in burning pitch, further damaging the already serious wound. The fatal strike would also force Mai back into her human form.*

"Look who's talking now, bitch!"
Darrell
Upon being attacked with the sword, Mai would fall to the ground and immediately transform back into her human form. The burn and the wound itself made her practically scream in pain, her hand tried to hold the wound to try to delay the bleeding, but that would cause even more pain. *'What a mess, Mai...'* She thought after glancing down toward the wound and seeing how grave it was. And the worst of it was not having your clothes at the moment, making the situation even more uncomfortable. Eventually, the blood formed a small puddle under her. All she wanted now was to be able to end that guy right next to her, but how in that state? Well, for Mai, giving up was not an option! Upon hearing the man's words, Mai literally started to laugh in the face of danger, some gasps and groans between laughter, while her blue eyes looked at the cultist out of the corner of her eyes. She still had a letter up her sleeve, and she needed to use it now. Mai coughed a bit before speaking.

"F-For now I still talk, silly... Don't think that an idiot like you will end my life, pffft!" She continued to laugh and cough. "B-But you know, this fight wasn't that bad... *Cof Cof*"

Using her words as a distraction for the man, which she hoped would work or at least give her time, Mai took the chance and slowly moved her right hand toward her clothes, pulling them close to her. Maybe that seemed harmless, or maybe the cultist wasn't that stupid, but she would take the last knife she had hidden from her clothes. Still hiding her hand in her clothes, Mai would try to throw the knife at the man's face, thinking that maybe she would have the advantage of being closer to him and able to aim better. That was the last thing she had to help herself in that situation.

If it worked, she would continue to laugh ~~like a psychopath~~ and would then close her eyes for a moment, her hand trying to hold the wound if possible. She would have that moment to be able to think a little. *'I'm not going to die, right? I don't think I can, especially after that...'* She glanced from the corner of her eyes, looking for Horace for a moment. A smile from the corner of her mouth would take over her lips and a small laugh would escape between them. Mai would stay there, lying on the floor with her clothes by her side, closing her eyes a little so she could try to ignore the giant pain that was taking over her at that moment. She would groan in pain as she tried to calm down a little, her mind trying not to think much about the wound. *'Damn it! That's why I hate fire!'* The claws of her feet would bury themselves in the forest land as she moved her hand to cover the wound with her clothes. *Waiting until death, or salvation, came...*

If the attack from before had not worked and the man tried to attack with the sword, Mai would try to roll to the side, and if it was not possible because of the wound, she would try to crawl across the floor. If she could, she would try to crawl away from the man. Running was not much of Mai's type, but it was what she had to do. Blood from her wound would seep through her body and form a trail on the floor while she moved.
Lucille
Continuing his journy towards the clearing as the firewall before him dissapeared. He ran around the small tree next to the large one he stopped himelf to load his sling. Launching the bullet at the head of the summon by the wall of fire.