Devaux Heilvander - Tauren Warrior
As he stood next to the Knight, he noted its physique. Small (well, small to him) and wielding only a sword. He guessed they were geared towards speed. He watched as the Knight brought the necklace up and prayed. The close proximity allowed the Tauren to hear her voice, low as it was. A female knight, then. It mattered little to him, but at least now he knew a bit more about who he was fighting with. He opened his mouth to start up a bit of tactical speak, as that was most needed against this opponent, but she just... Charged ahead.
He grunted. He didn't think she'd live long, charging in without a thought and against a drake. He slowly moved forward, watching closely to the drake's movements and for any abilities it could have. An Elemental Breath weapon. Fire. That was a given, of course. He was about to continue watching, but the drake had turned to keep up with the Knight, leaving it's hind painfully exposed.
Not one to leave any openings, he charged forward nearly silently; no sound came from him except the heavy yet steps. He was slower than her, markedly, but most likely much stronger and resilient. Stamina was another thing altogether, though he could go for awhile. He was readying a powerful swing to its midsection when he saw, out of the corner of his eye, the female Knight get pinned under a claw.
He roared more in anger than anything. Well of course she was in a precarious position, just charging in like that! Even he, who was most akin to a bull, hadn't rushed. His swing was already getting closer to the drake, though, and momentum stopped him from just quitting mid-swing and rushing to her aid. Instead, he twisted his wrist a certain way and made the vertical slash more horizontal.
The strike skipped off the drake's scales, and the Tauren turned with the swing. The blade carried on into the leg the pinned the knight. The swing had a large amount of power and momentum behind it, but against the drake's scales, it wasn't quite a match. The swing dug the blade into the drake's leg; it was enough. The wounded beast raised its whole foreleg, and swung out, dislodging the blade from its new wound and sending the horned warrior to his back a few good yards away.
His aim was true. He meant to free the knight and draw the beast to his attention, and he'd done just that. The drake turned away from the Knight and roared at Devaux, who quickly got to his feet. He placed the flat of his blade against the dip of his shield again, moving back into stance. He emitted a powerful roar in response, further angering the beast. At least, he hoped it was getting angrier by his actions. An angry opponent was a clumsy opponent. He just hoped the Knight knew what to do next, and do it quick.