The eagles, summoned by Sanria and the beast's grow spawn, dived as Velentham gloated. The talons tore into his arms and his cheek, making him bleed heavily. He sent a powerful spell into one, bursting the bird into feathers while the other soared back up into the sky, singed but otherwise unwounded. As the remaining two trees closed in on him, Velentham teleported to Orn's side, antagonizing the boy. "You've got your good old dad back," he whispered, and was rewarded with a swift hit from Orn's staff.
Velentham staggered to the side, growling. It was too much, the weather was revealing his position, the birds diving, the trees charging, the roots seeking - and then the druids of the grove sending swarms of hungry insects in his direction.
He had Kaliadra once more, planning to torture her further, but the congolmerate of circumstances was too much for him. He dropped her on the ground, breaking her neck. He sent forth a volley of curses before stepping back from the insects in a hurry. "I will be back for you... I'll be back Gilean! I'll find the necklace, do you hear? And when I do, I'll be gone as will my bride!"
In a rage, Velentham disappeared, inwardly cursing the fact that after all of that, he still hadn't gotten his cousin to leave the confines of the ward. He appeared in the center of the inn room, bleeding, and wounded, his eyes glowing ferociously and looked at the shock on Sanria's face with a sense of jealously guarded pride.
