A massive, black blur charges ahead, cape billowing behind him, displacing the haze and the flames. Guts brings down the Dragonslayer in one swoop, the swing of the sword nearly invisible as it bisects a line of smoke monsters with the sheer force of the strike. The tip ends up somewhere behind him when the hunk of metal slows to a stop, hovering somewhere near Raistlin. Somehow, the blow manages to kick up embers and dirt into the air with its formidable sword-wind.

Raistlin gets a brief glance out of the corner of his eye, "Hey - think you can get up? You're not gonna let these things be the end of you, right?"

He squares himself between Raistlin and the two sisters, undaunted by them and the smoke monsters around them. His bares his teeth in return. The brand on his neck was bleeding like an open wound.