Avis coughed as the healing took effect. The pain was still there, but it was duller and less insistent. "Thanks," she croaked. Placing her hands carefully so as not to touch the glass, she scrabbled to her feet and faced the apparent last attacker. Avis raised her swords, nodding in agreement with her healer's statement. Then she blinked. Was that a drake and an Alftar coming from the opposite direction?<br/><br/>Bellant skidded to a stop, scanning the damage with slitted reptilian eyes. The battle seemed to be almost over, disappointingly. He snorted and contented himself by growling at the wounded attacker. The man was clearly outnumbered- it obviously wasn't a fight he could win. He sniffed, then paused. Was that forest drake he smelled? He drew in a breath to try and discover the source of the smell. It seemed to be coming from above. Bellant raised his head, trying to make sense of events around him. Larteis ran up to Bellant and steadied a hand on the drake, anxiously taking in the battle. His stomach twisted at the sight of a crumpled body inside the shop. What had taken place here?<br/><br/>The thought was cut short by the injured Alftar leader rising to his feet. Bellant turned his head at the movement and growled at the man, causing Avis to glance over her shoulder. "He's still kicking?" She said in disbelief, turning so she could keep on eye on both. "Stay where you are, both of you," she commanded, pointing both of her swords at them.<br/><br/>The battle seemed to have come to a standstill. The attackers were too injured to fight but unwilling to surrender.