In the night, we feel so alive

His attacker met him head on, they met chest to chest. Snarls and growls reverbed through the air as they raked their claws over each other. Eltrys shoved his head forward, his helm a formidable tool. His foe was daunted and released their hold on him. Eltrys brandished his antlers back and forth to drive the slaver back into the water. The gathering evening would not be their friend but he would be able to catch their movements in the shallow waters with the light of the blue magic in the waters.

He heard Ellara call out to her owls just as his attack dove into trip Eltrys and shove him into the water. He was not easily moved, his stance dug into the wet sands. The slaver met his spiked vest and balked backward. He sent them into the water as a fourth joined the fray launching themselves off the boat and knocking Eltrys fully into the glowing waters. His head dipped under the waves briefly until he flung his head back, knocking the jaw of the second one who had tried to take its chances to overcome him! How was Ellara faring? He couldn't see!

"Speech!"