"Damn it!" AEanna snarled. Her head was ringing with the sound of the alarms. Behind her, Dromaeus was getting to his feet, an empty potion bottle in his hand.
"This foe is beyond any of us!" Felldir the Old shouted. "Fly, mortals! We will hold it back for as long as we can!" Dromaeus grabbed her arm.
"Come, young one!" He shouted. Then he hesitated before saying; "This place has become too dangerous! We must fall back!" She nodded, and together they began to retreat as the spirits hacked at the Tyrant.