Nahvariik quickly picked up speed, charging for second helpings into his prey. As he lunged, vaulting his 350-pound frame into the air, he realized that he was a tad bit too late, as the half elf had reached the robed figure - and Sakura - first.
Soaring over the two, with the now unconscious robed figure sprawled across the ground beside them, the Drakaani displayed a comical scene of vainly attempting to control his flight path back towards the ground. Unlike the stories that had depicted the reptilian race as "flying," the air had never been their field of expertise, and most Drakaani would agree to stay on the ground as much as possible. Observing that his current path was directed into a tree, and knowing fully well that there isn't going to be a desired outcome from this, Nahvariik braced himself by trying to place both arms forward as to shield himself from the impact, but that was too late for the burly beast.
Nahvariik had successfully landed himself into a tree, smashing arm - and head - first into the supportive trunk of the plant, a audible crack snapping out as a result from the impact. Sliding headfirst into the ground, his back breaking off chunks of bark from the now weakened tree, before positioning himself feet-down once more. "I'll bet he's happier I reached him first."
"I suppose so, but what to do about your friend?"
As he glanced towards the ringing sounds of combat, he realized that two members of their party had simply vanished, the Kamael and the mage. "And where has those other two disappear off to now?"