[Illarion was fortuitously in Gaze already when the chaos erupted--or perhaps more than fortuitously, tracking a rumor some desperate Scholar was trying to steal ritual supplies in Cassandra. He'd had a fleeting thought the sudden, screaming eruption of a beast had something to do with that, then promptly put the idea away for when he'd have the luxury to think. Right now, all his thoughts must be on survival--not his own, but others', as he herds fleeing people away from the monster's line of flight.
He's not strictly needed there--there's other clear heads organizing the evacuation--and he's noted the others massing to do battle in fleeting ((touches)); the ravenous thing in him sings to join them, to rend and destroy. Even if one of them is a Vileblood (yes, friend and ally, but a Vileblood).
But he can't get a clear impression of their target when it's so fast and so often high off the ground; he's got no way to join the assault until it's brought closer.
So he does what he can, and stays out of the way, for now.
While also knocking things over from sheer frustrated pique. No one's going to notice another flattened signboard or smashed flowerpot among the initial damage from the tremors.]
slides in to lurk around like a creeper
He's not strictly needed there--there's other clear heads organizing the evacuation--and he's noted the others massing to do battle in fleeting ((touches)); the ravenous thing in him sings to join them, to rend and destroy. Even if one of them is a Vileblood (yes, friend and ally, but a Vileblood).
But he can't get a clear impression of their target when it's so fast and so often high off the ground; he's got no way to join the assault until it's brought closer.
So he does what he can, and stays out of the way, for now.
While also knocking things over from sheer frustrated pique. No one's going to notice another flattened signboard or smashed flowerpot among the initial damage from the tremors.]