<span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna watched as the ogre began to fall, then got completely frozen as it hit the ground with a resounding crash. Mesaraih's daggers were still embedded onto the creature's chest, and part of its fingers seemed to crumble away when it landed. She rushed over to Mesaraih, who had crumpled on the ground and lied still after stabbing the ogre. She began to cast a healing spell on him to make sure he didn't die, and her knees began to buckle from overexertion. She stumbled away from Mesaraih as his breathing returned, though he wasn't quite awake yet, to check on Ester. Once she made sure the elf was okay, and just needed time to recover, she sank into a sitting position on the ground and looked over at Tal.<br/><br/>"I suppose that went as well as we could have expected," she said, a small smile of relief playing on her lips.</span><br/><br/>Mesaraih woke up a few moments after with a start, his head whirling around until he saw the body of the fallen ogre. He slowly stood up, grunting in pain as he felt the hole in his leg open up.<br/><br/>"Shit..." he said. "There's has to be some blasted elfroot somewhere around this forest." He put a finger to the hole in his leg to staunch a bit of the blood that wanted to burst through it. "At least we took ugly over there down. He was a tough one." A small grin crept into his face.<br/><br/>He raised an eyebrow when he noticed Ester on the ground. "Is she okay?" he asked.<br/><br/>Valehna answered him, still sitting and breathing heavily. "Yes... she just pushed herself a bit too far. She'll recover."<br/><br/>Mesaraih was limping towards the ogre to retrieve his daggers. "I'm not surprised," he said, impressed by the ice covering the entirety of the ogre's wounds.