Bishop Anders could hardly believe it. One moment the fighting line behind him had fought for there lives, against the small demonic creatures. While he had ranged ahead supported some mage and the strange fae creature against the massive and clearly intelligent Ogre. Then as Anders had prepared to reengage the smaller creatures, the ogre more occupied by the more direct threat to be of immediate danger to Anders. But suddenly a mysterious magical portal had opened, and together with the smell of spring, massive centaurs charged out immediately causing the smaller creatures to flee there screams and screeches changing tone, going from them trying to cause terror in there enemies, to themselves being terrified. Which to Anders sounded even more horrorfying.
Anders absent minded swung his mace into a fleeing demon spawn, while he watched the centaurs charging and concentrating on the trolls in the other end of the amphitheatre, where they quickly dispatched half a dozen or so creatures. Trolls Anders hadn't even been aware off, as he had been busy in his end of the fight. As a member of the church devoted to god, Anders knew he should scorn the centaurs, heathens all. But Anders couldn't help but be relieved by there appearance and help, it seemed for now they were trusthworthy. Anders had only had a few dealings with the summer court fae, and to him it seemed he had to judge them from event to event, if they were trustworthy or not.
Crushing another spawn, Anders shook himself out of his reverie, and started to take a look around, to see if anyone was wounded and needed his prayers. Not stopping any hunter that had the energy to hunt the creatures into the tunnel, Anders started to direct those he came into contact with that was exhausted but not injured or only had minor scrapes to find the wounded but living hunters, so he could start administering help and healing for those that needed it, just hoping there was other priests and mages with similar powers. To begin with Anders moved towards the mage, that had followed the stranger into battle with the ogre, as it seemed he had been wounded during the encounter, and he was still slumped down on the ground. Just hoping he would not be to late to help the couragous hunter, even thou he would probably hate being saved by someone from the church.
Sneaky Wood Elf.
Give me a 5+ ward save and I can't be killed.