It appeared as if the battle had calmed somewhat, Hyperbole approached the area carefully, most of his allies had moved on with the battle. They were probably chasing Sludig, the opposing mage. He looked about saw Sir Emanon, bearing the Tiger Shield before him. It took the pooka only a moment to realize that the knight was no longer entangled. Coming up the path behind the enemy knight was the Lord of the Nomad House, Vermillion.
The three fighters held still for a moment before all three started moving. Hyperbole launched his charged magic at Vermillion as the cat person tossed a throwing knife back and the human knight charged. Unconcerned with a mere wound, the pooka let the knife strike through his hand rather than his chest as he turned and ran from the knight.
Hyperbole was flying before his magic struck Vermillion and wrapped him up in entangling vines. He didn't particularly care either, he cared about the Tiger Clan knight behind him. He cared about the newcomer, another cat person, some girl named Panthera, running at an intercept route. He cared about the elf, Arcades moving at a blur to come and support his fellow Tiger Clan warrior. This was plenty for him to be worried about.
They had plenty reason to hunt down the pooka, being half his force's magic strength, and more than half their resurrects. In addition the other healer was constantly being called away from the battle to attend to family concerns, so he was the only constant healer his side had. The fact that every one of them had been a scratching post at some point in the battle didn't help his situation much.
He took quick route through some thin trees, over a couple of fallen branches. They were still tight on his back, so he took a leap, set down his foot and launched himself off the fallen tree that they often used as a barricade, it served to slow down his pursuers now.
Hyperbole stopped a few feet past the log charged another entangle spell and launched it back catching Sir Emanon's great orange and black Tiger Shield.
"Entangled!" he shouted, not pausing any further to watch the Tiger's frustrated look as the vines grew around him. Panthera and the second tiger were still on his trail. He had time, however, to charge up another entangle after padding a few more feet toward the edge of the battlefield. Panthera, far ahead of Arcades still, which was confusing, the elf was FAST, very fast. Though he could be stalking forward cautiously at the moment.
The cat-girl was carrying a ridiculously large shield, and, like most newbies, hadn't yet acquired the trick of dropping her shield to avoid the entangle. He didn't have much time to breathe in relief though, as now Arcades DID show again. Hyperbole's eyes widened, and he dashed away. Finally, something occured to him, and he began running half-backwards as he pointed back at the chain-mail wearing elf.
"From my heart I strike off thy right leg, from my heart I strike off thy right leg." The elf groaned in annoyance as his right leg dropped out from under him and took the Tiger clan warrior to his knees. Suddenly his comrade healer, Brianna was behind him.
"Do you need a healing?" Hyperbole held up his bleeding and useless hand, he hadn't yet had time to sit down and heal it, while the elf proceeded to charge forward on his knees. He wasn't much slower on knees than he was on foot. Desperately, as Brianna was healing him he pointed out and concentrated.
"Listen let the fighting cease, close your eyes and sleep in peace! Listen let the fighting cease, close your eyes and sleep in peace!" he rattled off as the elf covered two thirds of the nineteen feet between them. He breathed a sigh of relief as Arcades' eyes rolled up and the elf toppled to the ground asleep.
Finally a warrior from his force appeared, Scarecrow, usually a magician, but decked out in a warrior's leathers today. He walked up to the panting Hyperbole and said.
"You're doing great by the way." All that was on Hyperbole's mind at the moment was, there sure are a lot of cats out today.