When the creatures hit the ground, even in their dying state, their bodies disappeared - though it was somewhat incomplete with the icicles sticking out of them and their dark blood blooming on the ground beneath them. Keene didn't waste much time examining the things before Palaren called out a retreat that Keene was quick content to oblige. He didn't understand how the creatures were able to conceal themselves so completely, nor what had made them a failure to the wizard who had created them, but he supposed it wasn't quite as important as them not dying. The images were quickly stored in his memory, sealed by the growing irritation of the thing, lengthy cut down his left arm that had begun to rise in intensity of pain as his adrenaline had begun to waver. A hasty egress with whatever forces the beasts might have yet in waiting was by far the most prudent call, and Keene had little issue falling in behind the lumbering run of his more encumbered companion, keeping an eye behind them should anything follow.
Their boots hit the ground in near rhythm, Keene's pace adjusted to accommodate the fact that he carried nothing with him as opposed to the shield and trident of the one he followed. Though they ran, nothing pursued and after a time, they neared the relative safety of the edge of the prairie marked by the sloping trail that led back to the Vestibule's doors. Their pace slowed then, the prospect of running up the sizable incline something that was ill-advised, especially with the threat of pursuit little more than a small shiver at the nape of the neck. The dash had left his breath coming quicker and sweat forming around his temples, but for the most part it had been a welcome exercise that didn't involve the howling screech of the invisible potential of being shred to ribbons. Taking a moment to check his wound, Keene frowned down at the cut. From what he could tell it was a clean strike, but he supposed it was unnecessary to take chances.
Holding his hand a little distance away from the cut, Keene let a small bit of his res trickle from his palm, guiding it with his will to follow the line of the cut. With a gentle brush of his hand down the length of the cut, the res was transmuted into a rush of cool water with just enough res to draw it downwards through the cut and out at the end of it. He winced just a bit a the pain, the attraction of the water partially incomplete to allow some of the liquid to gather up the blood which he then shook free with a few quick flicks of his arm. Turning to appraise Palaren's condition, his frown deepened some. He hadn't known that the other man had been wounded, though he couldn't quite tell where the blood was coming from. "Are you alright? The question was as void of concern as anything else he had said that morning, but it was benign by the nature of the question.
.Their boots hit the ground in near rhythm, Keene's pace adjusted to accommodate the fact that he carried nothing with him as opposed to the shield and trident of the one he followed. Though they ran, nothing pursued and after a time, they neared the relative safety of the edge of the prairie marked by the sloping trail that led back to the Vestibule's doors. Their pace slowed then, the prospect of running up the sizable incline something that was ill-advised, especially with the threat of pursuit little more than a small shiver at the nape of the neck. The dash had left his breath coming quicker and sweat forming around his temples, but for the most part it had been a welcome exercise that didn't involve the howling screech of the invisible potential of being shred to ribbons. Taking a moment to check his wound, Keene frowned down at the cut. From what he could tell it was a clean strike, but he supposed it was unnecessary to take chances.
Holding his hand a little distance away from the cut, Keene let a small bit of his res trickle from his palm, guiding it with his will to follow the line of the cut. With a gentle brush of his hand down the length of the cut, the res was transmuted into a rush of cool water with just enough res to draw it downwards through the cut and out at the end of it. He winced just a bit a the pain, the attraction of the water partially incomplete to allow some of the liquid to gather up the blood which he then shook free with a few quick flicks of his arm. Turning to appraise Palaren's condition, his frown deepened some. He hadn't known that the other man had been wounded, though he couldn't quite tell where the blood was coming from. "Are you alright? The question was as void of concern as anything else he had said that morning, but it was benign by the nature of the question.
