The Balance of Life and Death

Sorry, Naja, but I can't stay here. We're getting picked off out there. I'll be back, but I'm not doing anyone any good just holding down the fort here.

-Tir is heading out of Latimir and keeping to the shadows. Time to take out some of the enemy... though it's unlikely a one handed man with a bo staff will last that long.-

-There's a loud clatter as the communicator is apparently thrown to the floor. Conveniently, it lands at an angle that makes it easy enough to tell what's going on. And it's not good.

Tir stands in a circle surrounded by wolves and marionettes. He's been ambushed by them during while in route to another distress call. Heaven Fang is out and ready, but he already seems to have been fighting for awhile. There's an open cut on his head and he's breathing heavily.-

Is this how you're going to fight? Then come on!

-Several of the creatures start to lunge at him at once. Tir begins to fight them off, but his performance is sluggish...-

[[ Tir is free game, given he hasn't signed up for any beatdowns lately. You can also come along and help him. Whatevers, yo! ]]