[littl3chocobo]

the wood was spintered badly from both his and the other's magics and dug painfully into his flesh, he felt blood in several spots including his face. he was still angry but this sobered him slightly. his errant magic did not ceace though he was bound but what would have been a killing blow simply put the other to sleep. the dragon, who prolly had saved his life with her timing simply looked at him, she was angry for sure but he could see he would not die by her hands. he did know however left in the splintered and broken embrace of the wood just might, already in the few moments he was there his right arm, the one he reached for the anti-votive with, was crying out in protest at the strange angle it was in and his leg didn't hurt at all which was worrying.