The team worked flawlessly together and it was apparent that even though the creature landed a few shots it wasn’t going to be able to defeat them easily. The bright white glow of the basilisk was beginning to dual. Cullen yelled out, “Just a little longer!”<br/><br/>Cullen turned his head towards the shadows he conjured and whispered, “desino.” The shadows that was once providing coverage sunk back into the unlit spaces of the inn. Having adjusted to the chaos Cullen was able to scan the room looking for who or what could be causing this attack. He quickly spotted the three individuals that were not trying to hide that they were controlling the summon. He made eye contact with the ‘Owl Man’ that lasted a split second before the small group of villains started their escape. With the adrenaline coursing through his veins he barely heard Emrin call out, “ Cullen! Elric! Start running! I'll launch you over the basilisk!" He dropped his sword to the ground and did as requested. Pushing his legs hard and fast he ran across the room towards the Owl Man and felt his feet suddenly lose touch of the ground. If only for a moment he soared through the air, over the summon, and landed on the heels of its summoner.<br/><br/>Two of the three were ahead of the man Cullen was determined to catch, with a hole having been opened in the wall and the outside world peeking through the destruction, Cullen knew that if he didn’t get this guy now there might not be another chance. He took a small dip before leaping out towards Owl Man. He was able to grab the edge of his cloak. That small imbalance brought the vilian stumbling down to the ground. Cullen also fell to the ground but quickly recovered and dropped down right on top of Owl Man. The man underneath wiggled, yelled, and tried to get free but Cullen was too strong for the man.<br/><br/>“Try to get free… .” An evil grin played on his lips as he spoke to the Owl Man. “and it will be the last thing you do” Cullen whispered to the man before changing his words speaking an infliction spell. foggy black smoke conjured around Cullen hands.  He pulled the pain from the injury in his arm and transferred it into the arm of the man he was holding. The man let out a scream as the pain soaked in through his pours and he felt exactly what Cullen felt when the basilisk clawed in his arm. “Compliments of your little summon”<br/><br/>Keeping his focus on his head he held the Owl man down waiting for the others to come out and interrogate him.