Rothus began following Dojel to get his weapon rack of a coat.

Drak had simply been walking around when he had first heard Riomna's scream. It had sent panic into his heart as he rushed around trying to find her. He finally came outside and saw her on Kha'Zix's back. The only thought in his mind, at that moment, was to stop Kha'Zix as painfully as possible. He roared in rage and flew straight at him, his eyes transforming into their dragon like state as did his body, gaining the ability to see invisible things. He attempted to pin Kha against the wall and hold him there as he tried to grab Riomna and put her on his back.

Oh and he pinned him, but Kha'Zix didn't like this. At all. His claws stretched from his back as he slashed and sank his claws into his flesh, constantly swiping and slashing, refusing to let go as he shot out more spikes.

Drak ignored the great pain, managing to wrest Riomna from him and put her to the side as he poured fire onto the bug's body.

Kha'Zix snarled at him as he hopped off the wall, out of the flames, and onto his face. He was once again, clawing and digging his claws into his flesh, trying to make him let go.

Drak clutched Riomna to his chest, floating down and smashing through the front door with Kha'Zix on his face. His tail whipped around and attempted to slam Kha'Zix away.

Lee Sin, who had simply been wandering around talking to a couple of the guests, heard the large crash of something flying in through the front doors. He turned his head and deduced a large amount of heat emanating from it, and, thinking it was Shyana, rushed over to help. He smelled the distinct odor of Kha'Zix's body and sighed, this was gonna be a long day.

Throughout the assault Vask did not move nor make a sound, simply staring ahead as the crows jabbed and ripped small bits of him away, meanwhile the skin along both his hands, both helf firmly behind his back, blackened as small lines of silver slid along his fingertips, curling like claws adfter te four seconds. Once the Tactician had fully healed Vask clenched his hand, diving the claws into his palm and causing the blackening to fade instantly along with those silver claws as the flesh that had been removed immediately sealed over. He frowned slightly as he had expected to sustain a bit more injury than that and he still had quite a bit f energy in him that could have been used for the healing, however he supposed he could always use that in case the Reaver returned to the site of the m ain party. With a calm smile Vask nodded toward the Tactician. Glad to see you in top shape once again sior. Is there anything else I can do for you? He asked calmly.

She grabbed onto Drak, barely holding onto him, as her grasp on him started to slip.

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