Silas avoided the punch by leaning to the side, then gave up the idea of restraining him. "Get back!" he shouted at Belko, producing a bag from his belt pouch. He threw it upon Xylon with the knowledge that the wolf would suffer a fate worse than death. He knew what was in the bag. A red-colored, powdery substance that when thrown, bursts upon the target, spreading all around the point of impact with the dust.
The dust lingered in the air for several moments. When it finally cleared, a swishing sound came into focus.
Xylon was bent over in a ready position. How he had managed to stand up, how he had pulled the knife from his belt in mere moments he did not know. All he knew was that the still-spinning blade's air had kept him dafe from the dust. The wolf stood there, panting, sweating, but looking determined.
Silas himself was in a worse position; his sense of touch and smell was enhanced. But his mind prepared itself, blocking out the messages of amplified pain to his brain, to a certain extent. He closed his eyes, knowing that the Reddust of Holt Habberath had beeen known to blind, suffocate, and kill beasts like that.
"Nothing. Can save... you now." The squirrel said, knowing his fate was similarly sealed. The burning sensation would continue to persist, and only continue to worsen if not treated.
"No need tae shout mate!" Belko said as he finished rubbing the nettle on Xylon. But as the wolf managed to stand Belko grabbed his blade and paused, thingying his head at the wolf. "Ye know, we don't 'ave tae fight, I mean, I got no grudge against ye!" he said with a cherubic grin. "Let's start ova, shall we mate? M'names Belko Bluetail your...." he trailed off
((Silas I though this was gonna be a quest, we might as well just finish this fight right now and get on with it))
But as the squirrel saw his comrade fall he rushed to his side. "Wo! What 'appened?" he asked in surprise.
Xylon slowly opened his eyes. He stood up high, slowly, painfully, he did it. "No. But I will not lay down and die." He roared, oblivious to the dust that rushed into his nostrils and lungs, and charged the squirrel.
OOC: Someone resolve this and stop the fight, please, I'm going blind. And I can taste hotroot in my mouth...yay!
"Hehe, well lissen 'ere mate," he said with a grin. "I got quite a bit o' experience with survivin' ye know! By the way, m'names Belko Bluetail, cas ye hadn't gathered," he continued. "Now let's see wot ye got fer our fallen beastie hear," he finished, motioning to Xylon.