<div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/049/b/8/cleric_copy_by_yamao-d5vddiv.jpg)</div>Anton completes his tirade of invectives as the demon falls, hate spewing forth from his lips as he damns it to an eternity of torture in whatever hell it had spawned from. Panting he drifts to the floor with Rysinder in tow. "You did good," he mutters to the dwarf, recognizing the fact that had he not taken the blow more would have probably died. He spares both the dwarf and the elf a glance. He had saved both their lives this day, and wondered if he could count on them to return the favor, though he would not bring it up if they didn't. It would say more about their character if they came to him, rather than the other way around.<br/><br/>Joining Jahtera within the cave with words of magic upon his lips he studies the surroundings, searching for a hint of magic. He mutters to Rysinder, "Grab the sword," as he hefts the catatonic undead up onto one shoulder and takes anything else that appears to be of any worth, a mutter of appreciation on his lips for the magic that allows him to carry her weight, before turning around. "Let's go back to others," he says with a grunt, looking over the others who were probably as weary and bruised as he felt. "Hopefully nothing attacked them at the same time as it attacked us. Plus," he settled the undead thrown across one shoulder to a more comfortable position, "perhaps Vaelor can figure out who this is and what's wrong with her. With the way she is, she won't be much of a threat to anyone."<br/><br/>His mind turns back once more to the battle they had completed only moments before. The acrid stench of blighted smoke burning, the roar of rage and pain of the demon as it fell, the satisfaction and vindication as it died... but still, it was strange that one so strong as it was here, alone, in the woods with only one undead female to keep it company, and she unable to answer as is. Well, whatever the reason, it didn't matter anymore--it was dead, and would trouble no one any longer. A gauntleted hand tensed in a fist of intense triumph at the death of a demon at his hands--well, not directly at his hands, but he had been an instrument in its destruction--and a fire leaped in his eyes as he turned them towards the heavens, wondering idly what would find them back at the camp.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Knowledge (Religion) check made to learn about the female undead knight, as well as what might be wrong with her. Got a natural 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=55760) for a total of 36 on the check.</div></div>