Aquila's strike sends the creature to the floor... and the point of the captain's blade sends it back to the pits, striking clear through the creature and into the floor below. As simply as that, the creatures have fallen... all except for the one under Sheraile's compulsion. Strangely enough, he seems to be hovering over Aquila's shoulder like a hawk, staying true to his "mistress' " command to help her friend. And he's starting to look at the captain like she may or may not be a bully.<br/><br/>"Alright, shaggy, stand down..." Sheraile click-click-clicks across the stone tower to stand beside her lover and her new pet, producing a bottle of clear red liquid from her magical satchel to soothe the wounds caused by the creature's frantic thrust. "Now then, Captain... What was that about getting ourselves killed? I think that<em>somebody</em>owes us an apology... ~<3"<br/><br/>With a smirk, the witch woman moves closer behind Aquila, letting her eyes scan the big woman for any wounds. Of course, she's completely fine... no surprise there. The woman is like a walking fortress.