Kiitani shook as she sat back up,more startled then hurt, but in time to see Draekin's side torn with a rough spear. She cries out in her own pain for him, and reaches to him, only to snake her hand back as he struck out the other Man, knocking him to the ground. Her farseeing blue eyes go wide as she realizes he is covered in blood. Right now no person of the Nation stands before her it is only a beast, a wolf in his bloody glory of protection.<br/><br/>Where was Raissa? how much death had she caused? What would Kiitani, as Mystic of the Nation do in regard to this destruction of life? It Traumatized her. She was young, the Cataclysm had taken much from her already and now there was this...She shuddering grew worse and to put her hand out to Draekin again. "Draekin" she says soft as the breeze the blew now "No More."<br/><br/>She could not handle it any longer, her heart is fragile for the Nation. He, however, can, his heart is a fragile, but his bearing is strong. The hand reaching out drops as Kiitani, the Bird Man stands and adjust his feathers. Throwing his head back an eagle scream tears the night, woven into it is the words "NO MORE, LET THEM RUN." He wants no more death this night. There is to much already.<br/>"NO MORE!" He plants a hand on Draekin's light dappled back and looks down at him with hard blue eyes, a dangerous monster to Mankind, tempered by his human mind. It is not there now, he can feel it. "Draekin, you have done well for your people, much as it hurts to say so, because it has brought early death, hold still." Not waiting for any sort of reply he takes hold of the spear protruding and breaks the shaft as close as he can. He does it quickly as he can, he does not want to remove it yet until Draekin settles down. Right now the blood is rushing through him, and would pump out to quickly.