Mokaya nodded quickly, handing the boy off to the fleeing priestess. With this suddenly-formed group of misfits as the last line of defense, the woman may be able to escape. She drew her maces again, as if they would be any good, and started quickly backpedaling away from the beast.<br/><br/>Now, Mokaya Daggerstomp was no coward. The orsimer had never run away from a fight -- this, however, was more the equivalent of running away from a woodchipper. This was slaughter, not combat, and slaughter was something the wanderer had absolutely no issue running away from. Her eyes darted to the stunned-looking dunmer, and she tapped him gently on the shoulder with the haft of her mace. "We have to go. Scatter in the woods and we'll be safe... most of us, anyway. Besides, you shouldn't be scared of fire... strapping young dark elf like you!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>