Aralthan was partway through his short elven spiel when everything turned to chaos. In the time it took him to collect his thoughts after the surprise and move his hand to the hilt of his sword, the pavilion had seemed to fill with shouts and cries. He didn't even have time to properly count how many attackers there were before the art display infront of him was swatted aside by some giant-like creature, causing him to flinch. Standing only about ten or fifteen feet from one of the large creatures, he felt a lump rise in his throat and fear begin to take hold of him.

But now was not a time for weakness, it was a time for action. Swift and decisive he'd have to be. He muttered in Elven as he drew his long sword, before moving over to a shocked Eledius, putting some space between himself and the creatures, while shouting at Eledius.

((Drawing Elven Longsword, moving to G,S))

Spoken in Elven:
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Mutterings: "Grail, save us through strength..."

To Eledius: "Move! We must leave this place! To stay is to die!"