Mesaraih pursed his lips together, feeling one part annoyed, another part slightly worried, and yet another somewhat exhilirated by the challenge that the ogre was likely to represent. He looked over at Ester as she was called upon to slow the ogre down. He might have been dubious had someone asked this of her before she saw her in action, but now he was fairly certain she was the best one suited for the job, particularly with her ice magic. When she conjured a snowstorm for the ogre, however, he was a bit taken aback. That was a bit of an insane amount of power.<br/><br/>Tal's voice broke into his thoughts, and he gruffly nodded and began to run at the ogre. It seemed rather enraged that the snow was slowing it down so much, and thankfully it affected its larger limb's movements much more than it affected any of the others. As Tal ran for its legs, Mesaraih rolled underneath them and came out on the other side. He stood up and jumped up just as the ogre smashed his fists into the ground, trying to crush Tal. Mesaraih couldn't see what happened from behind the ogre's back, as he had just grabbed onto an indent in its armor. The ogre sensed this and put an arm behind its back to try and flick him off, but Mesaraih jumped onto its forearm and sank his flaming daggers into it, running the small length of treadable ground on the arm without dislodging his daggers and leaving a pair of wicked scars. The ogre screamed in rage and tried to shake him off, but Mesaraih jumped back onto the grooves of the armor on his back and held on tightly. Tal seemed to still be in the fight, for the ogre's attention didn't seem to be completely focused on him.<br/><br/>Mesaraih climbed up higher, trying to reach the ogre's throat. When he finally did, he slashed at the back of it repeteadly. He got a few good cuts before the ogre's arm slapped him off his back. Mesaraih thought he saw it coming, but the blow arrived sooner than he expected, and he hurtled into a nearby tree, and one of its branches impaled his thigh.<br/><br/>"GAH!" he screamed out loud. He grabbed another branch with his hand so that he wouldn't be hanging only from his leg, then began to cut away at the branch that had stabbed him. Once it came free, he fell to the ground with a hard thud. He got up slowly, feeling blood oozing out of his wound. Valehna, who was hammering at the ogre with rocks and lightning, rushed to his side and placed her hands on his leg. The branch flew out, and she cast a minor spell that took some of the pain away and seemed to heal him slightly, but she seemed to run out of the energy to do more.<br/><br/>"Hang in there," she told him, as she turned her attention back to the ogre.