Xavier had barely planted his feet to defend Dolly when the beast burst forth, either over coming the bonds of the naked girl or she had deliberately released it upon them.  In either case, the sheer mass of the horror defied stopping it in its tracks.  He glanced down at Dolly, it was a fleeting glimpse of torn fishnet stockings that somehow looked sexier than if they were new, and he heard Rob's taunt.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "You see well enough now." </span>Xavier retorted as well as he could, verbal banter not one of his strong suits.  While Xavier would like to think he would be just as brave and selfless if Dolly was a withered old hag, he didn't mind at all that she was a sexy as she was crazy.  The naked girl's binding had given him a slight enough head start and he was determined to make the best of it.  Sword in one hand he reached down and wrapped a strong arm just under hers and half carried and half dragged her along.  His forearm pressed along her breasts, a sensation he couldn't help but notice, despite his near panic and rushing head long away from the eldritch horror.<br/><br/>He did not turn to see what happened to Dolly's unholy creation but if it delayed the beast for a few steps it was a few more heartbeats that he would live and hopefully make a difference.  He tried to use the various marker stones to help evade the larger beast.  He took a quick stop behind one of the larger ones to try and set Dolly on her feet and take a quick look back.  He could see Rob following and the 'sane' witch planning something.  His only way to help her would be to distract the creature.  He turned quickly to Dolly, his eyes following her figure downward out of reflex.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Run that way, I'll try to draw it away."</span>He told her as he headed out in front of the beast again.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Return to the pit from which you came demon!"</span>He called defiantly, presenting himself as an easy meal for the nightmare, in hopes of giving the others a chance to escape.<br/><br/>He watched as the red headed beauty thrust a fist into the creature's ribs and Rob snatch her away from its grasp.  He heard Elisa's words but didn't quite know what she meant.  He backed away slowly but not willing to turn his back on the creature.  He would rather die facing it than running from it, an honorable death in saving others, even if they were witches and thieves, they didn't deserve a death such as this.