Kelran slowly began to drift back to conciousness.
He became dimly aware first of the light, indicating the time of day....
Then the sounds.... voices.....
Then the sensation of being carried... juding by the way his body fell by a creature smaller than him, but mid-sized, strong enough to lug him away from the ship. Having hollow bones and being a winged species Gryphons are light for their size, hence why Yarin could carry him with no difficulty....
His senses came fully to life!
Ignoring his nagging exhaustion and the dull throb of his still regenerating wounds he sprang out of the arms of the creature holding him, pivoted around and drew his sword in one smooth motion.
If you have ever seen a Celtic long-sword, Kelran's sword was nearly twice that size in length and bredth. And Kelran could wield it with no small degree of precision and speed. It had been sheathed in the scabbard at his back, between his wings, most Gryphons in any form of military service carried one, and most male Gryphons owned one or more of them in the first place.
He stared at his opponents, sizing them up.
A mid-sze black quadrupedal feline life form with teeth and claws, and a humanoid... both unknown species but not terribly uncommon biological baseline charecteristics...
Kelran dwarfed them both, standing on his hind legs he looked like some collosal myth from ancient Norse stories...
He stood there taking in Nichole and Yarin, sizing up combat strengths and weaknesses....
