The two stranded, disabled and isolated Werebears still defied their ugly fate. Despite no longer having feet they dragged their bodies a great distance, roaring and growling all the way no doubt.
To their credit, they made it pretty close to where the main action of the battle was taking place, any closer and they would have probably fallen victim to Shaco's indiscriminate use of my spells.
Out of reach of their claw swipes and gnashing teeth I tilt my head as I stare down at the two, a single question on my mind.
"Which one should I condemn...?" I mutter out to my present company; Anselm and Shaco. Juri stayed back with his men to monitor the progress of their healing and keep things going as fast as possible in anticipation for another attack.
He's also keeping a stern eye on Piol. Though, I think the rascal has given up on running off after that talk down I had with him, or at least I hope he has.