Mis called forth a troth of vines, and had them wrap around the Creature, pinning it to the earth. She was insane, not stupid. She wasn't ready to die yet, and would not die yet. She than looked over, and grabbed the Fairy. She may not like the little creature for almost blowing her cover, but she wasn't going to let it die. "Hold on, Small-fry!"she said, slipping it into her hood.

"Bosh'tet! "He said, in some weird language. "Let's go, Warrior! We can discuss arrangement's later! "he said, running. You couldn't pay him enough to fight something at THAT level difference. It was outright suicide.

The Thief looked at the Girl, whom he had Paralyzed, and started gathering Herbs. He then put his hands over them, and muttered "Natures Balm"He said. Their was a small light flash, and he held up a small Jar of Salve. He took the Bolt out, and rubbed it on the Hole. "This will release your nerve's in two seconds! We gotta move!"