Daiss was holding his destroyed arm, usually reaching to his mid thigh, the right arm currently dangled past his knee, the damage so extensive the limb was probably going to have to be removed before he could start healing himself. It would certainly be easier than trying to fix the mess of flesh, muscle, sinew, and bone it was now. He swayed on his feet, most of his energy exhausted by the combination attack, but he had enough for three or four spells. He let go of his right shoulder, and blanched as the limb swung, grinding the insides around, but managed to level his left arm at the creature, a grim smile on his pasty face, the blood drained from his face making him look like a ghost. "Bang."<br/><br/>It was his last divine blast, and it caught the unstable creature right between the eyes. He staggered backwards, and cast flesh to stone on his arm, so it would at least stop hurting as much, and turned to watch the kitsune die. A good killer always made sure his mark was well, truly, and fully satisfied before returning to the client. It would tarnish his reputation if he didn't make sure that one was dead. Once he had watched the kitsune disperse, he teleported back to the town, exhausted and ready to sleep for a week. He reappeared near the fountain where he had stood while playing with the female kitsunes, and abruptly feel to his left knee as he realized just how much energy that fight had taken. He shook his head, and sat with his back against the fountain, and rested his head between his knees, suddenly feeling mortal again,though he kept his senses up and ready to summon everything he could if something approached and seemed hostile.