The witch did not even pay any attention to the were-tiger after letting her magic missiles fly. Knowing the small darts of pure which never miss their intended target she just assumed it take down the ferocious beast. Her attention had immediately gone back to Giselle as the witch launched the lightning bolt at his friend. He roars again this time in frustration at not being close enough to prevent the spell from going off. He skids to a stop at seeing the half drow not even slowed in her charge by the lightning and he merely watches as both blades are plunged through the witch’s body. Sensing his friend’s pain he moves quickly to the entrance and opens it as wide as it will go.<br/><br/>Returning to Giselle’s side Tyger takes her stance and realizes that she has suffered some broken ribs. He nods to acknowledge that he heard and understands her words. Switching the grip on his katana so the blade is pointing back instead of to the front when his hand is hanging at his side he moves in close to her and with gentleness nobody ever expect from such a fearsome looking creature he scoops her up into his massive fur covered arms. His movements are slow and deliberate as his is being extremely careful not aggravate her injuries. Easily supporting her weight he holds her pressed closely to his furry chest with its magically scorched fur. He walks taking great care not to bounce her through the open door out into the afternoon sun. Starting slowly he increases his speed until he his moving much faster than either of them could have run in his normal form and she would have been able to achieve even without her injury. He turns a corner and presses his back to a stone wall just as the massive explosion destroys the manner. Other nearby buildings are damaged by the blast and the wall against his back shakes violent but remains intact even as the shock wave rushes through the spot he had turned out of.<br/><br/>After gently putting Giselle down on the ground Tyger stands and turns to face her. His feline face contorts in pain as his body quickly shrinks back down to his 5’7” height and his armor and equipment return. After sheathing his blade he looks at his injured friend through his now charcoal gray eyes filled with concern and says, “You need healing. Can you walk or do you still require that I carry you?” He looks around briefly before returning his gaze to her. “I’ve never been to Baldur’s Gate before you will have to guide me to the nearest temple.”