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More like reflex and blind luck, but Scorch would take it, as he hears the screech coming from the cursed. He turns at him again, taking another scratch across his face, though to a lesser extent this time. Gah, this guy needed to go down! Scorch was tiring quickly and panting in exertion as he tried another punch to his face.

HP: 1

Something Furry this way comes. Corrupter had been lurking about the edges of the battle grounds since the start. The possible pending corruption of a powerful source had perked the creatures interest. It drew him like a moth to the flame. Corrupter had been resigned to merely sitting outside and witnessing the conversion. However as the war broke out and he saw followers on both sides falling, the furry god had circled closer and closer.

With Scorch leaving the badly burned follower of Martyr behind, Corrupter sidled up to Icarus. he lifted his gray paw, and much like a cat facing a possibly dead prey, he patted at the small burned form. Bat...bat bat...

Corrupter sneezed without warning and sat back on his haunches. With his gray paw still hovering over Icarus, he released a wave of acid green energy to wash over Icarus. A healing blessing from Corrupter that left the hodgpodge god feeling far more drained then if he had used his power closer to home.

Corrupter waited for the stirring of Icarus to result in something more then a sleeping warrior at his feet. Slowly the Martyr follower opened his eyes, and Corrupter tilted his head, a serene smile upon his lips as the groggy expression muddled into confusion and disbelief. Corrupter pushed himself up to his paws, then reached out with his blue paw to ever so gently hook his feathery fingers under Icarus body so he could lift him snugly against his feathered breast.

(Its fine. XD And I'm laughing sooo much at Icarus now)

With the winged warrior safe against his chest Corrupter began the journey back towards Martyrs camp. He heard the halting question spoken from Icarus and a soft rumbling chuckle mixed with a purr in his throat as he answered in his sing song voice. "Martyr is the Goddess of Pain and Suffering. I do not think she'd accept my offer of the fallen Helping. So it is that I shall creep bout the edges of the battle grounds. Picking up her defeated warriors and healing them up all sound. This way you may continue your battling on with little hesitation. Your victory over the carnival I await with much anticipation. Your Goddess does not really play well with others, so my interest in helping I would not with her bother. She's too focused now on the task at hand, I do not wish to distract her from what she has planned. Though if you feel inclined to speak in my stead, let her know all I wish is to see her influence spread."