Seems the time to leave is fast approaching. Eyes narrowing, Kain watches the towering terror demon take form. Herc is in a bad position all the way over there, that much is clear. Can they stand a chance against this thing? Long enough to make their escape all together? He still has to remind himself this isn't the gods' war anymore... falling wouldn't be the same as there...

But he's stubborn and a warrior first and foremost. He's going to fight damn it, he has to do something. Push himself. Keep going. He tightens his grip on his lance, planning to try just that. If he can hold on long enough to reach it... just get one good strike in... Unfortunately, a wrong step aggravates his bad leg, and he howls in pain suddenly, dropping to a knee. Arrrgh, no! He grimaces, hating to admit that the wound is worse than he'd thought.