***Astaroth POV***
Standing there, frozen in place, watching the Manticore charging up a finishing move, the entire party knew they had messed up.
They could all clearly see the Manticore's throat light up in a red glow. It was easy to guess what was coming next.
But before any sort of attack could happen, a loud boom happened overhead, and the ceiling collapsed where I'die had closed the hole. Something big and black came lunging down from it.
The form was barely a blur as it travelled the distance from the ceiling to the floor almost instantly. That was when the party noticed what it was.
A large, black, two-headed raven was now standing on top of the pinned Manticore. It was holding the creature down to the ground with its huge talons, as something else fell from the ceiling.
This form was descending much slower, and was easily discernible as a human. But something was peculiar about him.
