Not good, not good at all... This elven girl would have surely been a great help in trying to make things right, but she was a meany, so...moment...how could Galanthor leave Bloodfang alone with that woman...the poor little bunny must have been insulted by her already... Then again...Galanthor only knew the bunny for a few seconds, maybe he liked being insulted...and this was his home.<br/><br/>All the screams and rage didn't came through to Galanthor, while he thought, it took more to rip him out of his thoughts.<br/><br/>"Oooooh! A squirrel."<br/><br/>The little Squirell hopped around trying to inform Galanthor of the battle while he watched it, delightful,<br/><br/>"Timmy fell in the well?" Galanthor asked putting the little fellow on his shoulder before taking out a small golden stick, just as big as his palm. "We gotta resque him! FOR TIMMY!" Now Galanthor ran in a random direction. The small stick turned into into a giant hammer which he for luck of the wood did not swing around.<br/><br/>Galanthor out of a coincidence only being able to explained with destiny reached the battle, just in time to see the effect of the poison rune. The Hammer shrunk. The green eyes glided over the death animals. Galanthor ignored the strange Warrior. "So much life wasted...what monster would kill such cute fluffy things?" Galanthors breath was steady he didn't even know who caused it, so he decided to watch, hoping bloodfang was ok.