It wasn’t clear to Woe whether his attack had landed. And then, things degenerated as they often did during pitched battle. For the moment, he was learning the folly of violence. Swiftly after trading words for war and Peace for violence, Clarity was often the first casualty in the confusion of the disruption of neutrality, with the first blows traded during a combat.
And so Woe felt he was fighting blind, as the dragonlings snaked around his legs, and then breathed some black mist at the Aukari. There was screaming and pain, but Woe didn’t know how much of it was the possible blow he may or may not have landed, and how much of it was the dragonlings. Perhaps he’d committed a folly fighting the Aukari. It was a distinct possibility. So as the whip recoiled, he whirled it around his arm, keeping it by himself until such a time as he needed it again. The dragonlings were forming a crowd along his legs, so he was carefully walking back so as not to step on their toes, or get in the way of the fighting. Hopefully the creatures with the help of Xander would be able to best the Aukari. Woe would be there to support and help heal the survivors, and throw a whip strike in edgewise wherever needed.
So he stood by, keeping watch over Gennadiya and Sage. If the Aukari got past the first line of defense, Woe would be there to stop them as they attempted to gain the advantage over Sage and Gennadiya.
