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The drake seemed to rage on, tearing through what few remaining Darkspawn were left; as fewer and fewer charged the drake, Arum turned his head upon hearing a bark. The massive red drake set its eyes upon Kujo and let out a roar, louder than the first. However, the creature did not attack the mabari, instead, drew closer to it, and leaned its head down towards the other creature. It seemed to be that the drake was acknowledging Kujo. After a few moments, the drake lifted his head, and seemed to have calmed itself, turning towards the cave slowly. It would let out a strange rolling growl, directing it towards the cave. Indeed, it did know something was within, and Arum turned fully to walk slowly back to the shadowed entrance.

Circe had watched the entire battle from her post on the boulder. She didn't need to do much in this battle it seemed, Arum had charged just as the strangers had arrived on the scene. The two of them had been hiding in the caves, and at the first sounds of Darkspawn leaving the cave, she and Arum had flanked them from behind. Circe's ears caught a cry, and she turned her head. Her golden eyes strained in the darkness, trying to catch where the sound came from. Had the Darkspawn taken someone without her realizing it? She swallowed hard, and was about to go off in search for herself, but Arum's call distracted the apostate. She turned, just to see her large companion enter the cave. "Are they safe?" She spoke softly to the drake as she dismounted from her position.

Arum only nodded, he understood her words and would lean down slightly to allow the red-haired woman to climb onto his back. Neither were aware of Tiaryn already sneaking into the cave, right past Circe's guard. Circe would give the cave a quick glance before Arum would turn, taking her out into the light of day. She held her arm over her eyes a moment to adjust before she could see what remained of the dwindling Darkspawn forces. Arum would enter a trot of sorts, bounding back out into the field in a few steps. Circe was used to his movements, and would keep held onto the drake's neck with arm, her bladed staff to the side, ready to impale any attacker from the side.

The drake reared slightly, slamming his claws back into the ground and landed on a Hurlock that was trying to crawl away. Circe only looked down a moment to see her companion rip into the monster's flesh. She grumbled and tapped the drake on the side with her staff. "Let me down, Arum!" She hissed, and the drake stopped his well deserved snacking. He gave a soft growling sound, displeased he had to stop a moment, but knelt, letting the golden clad woman slide from his back before rising again to stand ever so protectively beside her. But even so, Circe seemed to have her own idea in mind. An Emissary stood not too far away, and was one of the few remaining enemies. Without a hesitation, she pointed her staff towards the creature, and casted her virulent walking bomb. She'd only watch in amusement as the creature seemed confused, and started to run off before it exploded into bits and pieces.