AoO to hit: 14
Damage (9+2): 11

Dornikal swings after the beast, but probably is just a bit too slow.

It bounds away through the flame and out of sight.

Randy curses under his breath and steps forward into view.  He yells up to Ulmwin "Look and see if you can track that one! It may be headed back to the portal it came out of."   He looks back down at the others down on the ground.  "Everyone okay? Anyone needing healing?"

Dornikal growls and charges after the hound, dashing after it.

"Ye ain't gettin' away that easy."

((How much flame we talking?))

Dornikal plunges down the burning street after the hellhound.

((Make a CON save, please.))

((The stone and the like is not burning, but there are some crates, a cart and the wooden parts of the structure that are ablaze. Less plunging into the flames itself, and more running a fiery gauntlet.))

((If Ulmwin is tracking from above, he can make a similar CON save to fly through the heated air, keeping it in sight, or can avoid the fiery, smokey updraft and circle around, but then need to make a Perception check to spot it again.))

Randy raises a hand after Dornikal.  "Dornikal! Wait......"  He lowers his hand and sighs.  He looks over towards the dwarf, and speaks to him with an eyebrow cocked.

(Do you speak Dwarvish?)

Dornikal notices the heat but it's no where enough to distract him from his holy goal!

Randy hears a loud but rapidly fading roar of,

"Dumathoin!"

Con save: 25

The armoured figure watches the dwarf race down the street after the hellhound, then turns toward the other arrivals.  Their voice echoes slightly from within the helmet as they speak, "Your assistance is appreciated, but your companion advancing alone is highly dangerous.  Are you not concerned the beast may be retreating to its pack?"

 The dwarf responds to Randy, gesturing at Dornikal's vanishing form.

Dwarvish:

"You think there's more of them out there, Tinker?", he calls out to the armored figure before turning back to Randy, "What was that you said about portals?"

Dornikal dashes through the burning street, keeping the beast in his sights as best he can, angry glowing eyes squinting against the oppressive heat, hair starting to curl and smoke on his arms as he plunges through the other side, onto an empty street not wreathed in flames, the fire crackling and roaring at his back, while the hound bounds ahead of him. While he was running for all he's got, it's clear that the creature is swifter than he, and he feels his rage starting to ebb.

Dornikal takes half of  10 on the save (can further reduce with amulet if desired).

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