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Paragon leaped back as Dyew made his sudden and unexpected attack. He was still breathing heavily, though he was no longer bleeding. The hex teleport had taken a considerable toll on his energy reserves, and he was in little condition to spar with Vladimar as he had previously. Still. He'd done it. He'd literally just sent them all warping through an alternate dimension. Only God knew where they were now...

The moon warrior quickly set to finding the human that had been unfortunate enough to have been caught in his spell. The mental strain of warping so suddenly would have had an injurious affect on his mind, and he may have been unconscious.

As the High Warden did battle with the foul vampire, his connection to his blood tithe hopefully severed under the ungodly psionic weight of his recent transdimensional leap, Paragon set to work in the shadows, hissing only slightly as the pentagram was inverted into a symbol of holy goodness. Though no friend to chaos, Paragon was neither a creature of the Light. Holy energy maimed him just as it would any other demon.

"Are you... are you alright?" Paragon asked Vicar once he'd found him, if he'd found him.