As the bywark's head swung near Aiolos, he fired the magic burst (LVL 4 spell slot) he'd charged at it, aiming for one of the eyes. As soon as he did, he released the kamikazes he'd held in his shadow until now, ordering them to stay in the air and distract the bywark. Meanwhile, Aiolos ran as quickly as he could into hiding once more, making his way back into the forest so the bywark couldn't find him or blindly stomp him to death.

Images flashed before Aiolos - images of his memories, his life in Lucien. Life truly was flashing before his eyes. However, after only a moment, Aiolos came back to reality. "I-is... this w-what they call a brush with death?" Aiolos whispered exasperatedly to himself. He was unable to keep himself from stuttering, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. Soon, however, he managed to calm himself down, reciting a traditional song from Lucien in his mind.

The brush with death had brought Aiolos back to reality in multiple ways. He cursed his own weakness. While he had almost died - in fact it was only by sheer luck that he hadn't - Aiolos had only managed to wound the bywark once... somewhat. He also realized that he'd gotten considerably sidetracked. He didn't come here to take on a bywark in the first place, after all.

For the time being, Aiolos would retreat to Cottbus. Perhaps, in the future, when he was stronger and more prepared, Aiolos would have an opportunity like this once more. For the time being, however, the risk of death weighed far more than what margin of merit Aiolo's would obtain by killing the beast.

To retreat, Aiolos dispelled all his current creatures, save for the already deployed firefalcons, and started to create more of them. The majority would be sent to keep the bywark as far away from Aiolos as possible, and a couple would serve to distract other woodland creatures from noticing him.

In his way stood a Satyr. The protector of the forests. More contextually important to the situation, however, were their aggressive nature. While this one seemed sophisticated in a primal way, it was most likely quite aggressive. Thankfully, Aiolos didn't have to manage the bywark, however. Dispelling the firefalcons that were meant to distract other forest creatures besides the bywark, Aiolos started preparing a failsafe, assuming the bywark had taken down enough of the firefalcons distracting it so Aiolos could manage the mass of the failsafe. Additionally, he calmly raised his left hand, as a sort of universal sign for 'stay away' while slowly reaching for the makarov situated on his hip with his right hand.

Aiolos kept his hand perched on his makarov as he carefully circled around the satyr, keeping a suitable distance. If it could be avoided, he did not want to fight.

Aiolos kept circling the satyr with his hand raised, now making sure to keep eye-contact while slowly back away. Satyr, while having only primal intellect, where instinctual - and thus excellent - hunters. Turning his back and running would only arouse the Satyr's instincts and talent for hunting.

With a brief sigh of relief, Aiolos headed in the opposite direction, continuing to make his way out of the forest. He still kept an eye out for danger just in case, though; there was no telling what might happen if he didn't have even just a semblance of his wits about.