Lianth sighed in relief as the plant died and rapidly began to decay, his shoulders slumping as he panted softly from the battle's exertion. The numerous wounds across his body had already begun to close up, though they still ached dully. Lianth didn't care about them, more concerned with the strange claw weapons and how they'd seemed to take control and throw both him and Glaive into a frenzy. His lip curled up and he snarled a bit, not particular pleased with the momentary loss of control. He'd lost it before and bad things that happened. He very much did not appreciate such an intrusion on his control.<br/><br/>The silvery appearance of them didn't much endear them to him either. He wasn't sure if they<span style="font-style: italic">were</span>silver, or if silver even existed on this world, but he wasn't fond of finding out. While touching silver had no ill effect on him, wounds inflicted with silver were exceptionally hard to heal - healing no faster than a human would. Which meant any particularly grievous wound with a silver weapon took weeks or months to heal. If you survived it.<br/><br/>"Well, I guess that's that..." he said, looking around. "Everyone alright?" he asked after a moment.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Glaive wrote:</cite>(( Hmmm, what is that werewolf up to? Wait! What does Lianth have to do with Heiro anyways? ))</div></blockquote><br/><br/>((Nothing, aside from being a nice enough guy to think "Hey, that guy saved us, we should totally help him" ^^ ))