A shadow moves along the wall,drops to the floor,it slides silently over the bodies of the fallen, pausing briefly over each one, it seems to grow a little with each corpse it encounters.Glistening like an oilslick, it seems to have had its fill, and at unnerving speed it heads back into the shadows. Moments later a huntress steps from the shadows, observes the situation before her.,Drawing Red she focuses on the thrall, to allow the Titan to concentrate on the wizard.