Silven's shoulder erupted in a spray of blood and flesh, his eyes turned slowly to grievious energy as his renew spell slowly made it reform.  He would be feeling that later; rubbing his hand over it, he thought that those to had better be damn well worth it.  His eyes turned into dark slits as he chased after them, pushing his undead saberfang harder than a normal saberfang could ever run.  The pitiful looking creature rushed forward faster, no longer burdened with the limits of a living body, though it couldn't move much faster than made five percent faster than the saberfangs in front of him.  The beast closed in slowly as Silven's shoulder closed back up painfully, drawing his staff he groaned and swing it in a full circle about him aiming to strike the huntress in the front and the priestess in the back.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, his eyes were examining his situation.  He had gotten himself between the pair and that could be both beneficial and very bad for him as well.  Any strike from either one could be deflected off to the other sister, but it also put him in a situation to receive grievious blows if he wasn't careful.