And then suddenly, like seven Werewolves came out of nowhere in pinstripe suits and sang the shit out of a song before scampering back into the night as werewolves are wont to do...

The burning energy within Vildka would funnel into the arrow, causing the head to burn a bright orange before it was loosed. The flaming head streaked through the air, piercing Gellinor's flesh and releasing a flash of fire as it impacted. No blood would be shed, as the wound cauterized instantly, the smell of burning flesh and brimstone filling the air. "Ghakk..." Gellinor heaved. He raised one black, flaming hand of necrotic energy at Darien, but was too over come with pain to properly recite the Abyssal chant needed to release the spell, the energy dissipating with a slight buzz. The tiefling glared at the two, before taking a large step back and making a move to dash up the stairs to his personal quarters...