From below his shield, Valor heardd a fleshy thud and immediately the fire stopped. He molded slv into a whip and stood up quickly, expecting a stronger monster but all he saw was a whisp of grey smoke.
Alaric!
Alaric was tearing through the monsters like a tornado of steel, and grey was his warning because he surrounded himself with it, both to confuse the monsters and for his protection.
That was his strategy since the fight began, he would strike from within his grey smoke, with a quick arcane blast, or his long sword would slip out and take heads.
He had just killed the monster that was throwing fire at Valor and wanted to make a detour for Rota to clear the monsters surrounding her when a monster stopped his progress.