The Hippogriff looked all so suddenly confused as its body was wrapped in crimson chains. It neighed before the chains went taut and paralyzed it, unceremoniously dropping the great beast to the ground like it had just went unconscious. It slumped to the side as the other cried out in that strange bestial mix of horse and hawk.<br/><br/>Leander cut the dead boar's head clean off and finished cutting the collar in two with it. The gruesome visage sank away from its host as the Goblin darted backwards. He only offered a wide smile when his eyes met with the elf warrior's. Just then the wigned beast above them swooped down, landing on top of the boar's body and slashing at the goblin rogue from its perch. He hopped off, narrowly avoiding the strike. From the side his other team members came running, the Orc Leander had seen at the party and his goblin priestess. The orc, dressed in white finery and a full plate of armor, pulled a greatsword from his back.<br/><br/>"Hark, Elf!" He cried out, his voice low with base but his words refined with civilization, "I'll speak not for the rogue's deceit, but the beast is<em>our</em>foe!"<br/><br/>The Hippogriff screamed again, the tags on its collar jingling from its throat. The goblin cleric, now dressed in distinctively<em>feminine</em>armor with silky shear robes beneath, stood at under half the orc's height... but had such a presence of command that she seemed as if she had every right to be there and anywhere. These were not just some mercenaries from the Union trying to make some cash...<br/><br/>Up above, Algernon was squirming away from his master's embrace. Daldmeyer, too concerned with the chaos and revelry of the Games, failed to notice the badger had taken interest in a Hippogriff that was flying nearby, trying to avoid the blockade of Airships that kept it contained within the massive 'arena'.