Small> [Could he even die for good? The thought bubbles up as if the creature posed it to him. Vax'ildan takes a breath. Yuri's voice drifts to him, and he holds onto that.

It doesn't matter. He's here and this thing. He lifts his hand one more time and hammers his fist down into the back of its neck. The second strike breaks whatever is holding him and he leaps off.

He hits the ground hard and rolls. Curses drift on the wind as he comes to a stop and watches it go.] ...any idea if that thing will be back?