"But he can't help but hurt you. This is going to be fun to watch." The ball to light says, leaving a bit of itself in Nikkie so it could still control the kitsune. It bobs next to the elf before disappearing into her as well.
Nikkie growls, eyes narrowing, advancing towards you. He leaps suddenly, lunging at you, blades outstretched.

She put her sword in front of her, parrying the blow. "I. Will. Not. Hurt. Nikkie." She started turning into her dragon form slowly, as she was scared. More scales covered her body. Soon she became her dragon self.

Nikkie growls, holding his daggers in a defensive way as he gauged his next move, taking a step back from you. He bares his teeth and launches himself again, aiming to kill. He misses, landing on the floor next to you, completely at your mercy.

She kept switching between forms until she stopped at her weak human form. With no horns, no wings, and no tail, she picked up the sword. "Please, Nikkie, stop. This isn't you." She tried to take his daggers out of his hand.

Nikkie snarls weakly, panting heavily, keeping his dagger in a death grip. He attempts to knock you off your feet, but it ends up backfiring and Nikkie falls backwards, his dagger in your grip now. Controlled Nikkie returns to normal Nikkie, but he hasn't made a move yet to attack or to defend.
"Just kill the kitsune already!" The elf/not elf says, pounding a slender hand on the arm of the throne. "You both are so weak and worthless!"
A Wendigo appears next to the throne. "You called, Master Oran?" The Wendigo says in a gruff voice.
"Yes. Yes, I did, didn't I. Well, we seem to have these two who wants to escape. We can't have that happen." Oran says, gesturing to Nikkie and you.
"So, what do you want me to do?" The Wendigo asks.
"Wait for now." Oran mutters to the Wendigo.

(You can decide whether or not you want to escape now or find the escape later - you're in the right room, in the right circumstance, it's just whether you want to continue or not.)

(No let's continue. I wanna see this play out.)

"Nikkie, you don't want to hurt me." She cautiously moved toward Nikkie. She ignored the Wendigo and the elf, as she was trying to help Nikkie.

Nikkie gets up slowly, backing away from you the more you advance. His back hits a pillar and his eyes widen with fear and confusion and possible pain.
"I'm sorry." He whispers, figuring that if you were saying that that he had hurt you.
"Come on, he's at your mercy." Oran says.
"Be quiet whatever you are. You're in my head and I don't like it." Nikkie says, turning towards Oran with his dagger in hand, somehow having gotten ahold of the other dagger.
"Ah, come now... Fine, let's make a deal. I will let her - the dragon - go if you stay here. Or she can kill you and then she can escape the Labyrinth." Oran says, leaning forward, apparently liking to haggle for things.
Nikkie considers this, running his tongue over his sharp canines, probably thinking of all the ways he wanted to get the glowing ball back.
"There is, of course, another option. Actually, two other options." Oran says.
"Let's hear them." Nikkie says.
"You both attack me, in my origional form, and if you defeat me, I will let you go. If you do not defeat me, you will be mine forever, left to wander the Labyrinth for the rest of your days. The other option is that you just submit to my power already and I can have Feadaow take you to the dungeons." Oran says.
"You have a dungeon?" Nikkie asks in disbelief.
"Of course, what kingdom doesn't have one." Oran says rather bossily. "Now stop stalling!"
Nikkie turns to you for which way to go.

I'm not sure if he notices, but my free hand snakes into my pocket and grabs my dagger. I slash at Oran-Sparky. At the same time, I light my captured wrist ablaze. (If Oran-Sparky releases me I flee, if not... you decide what happens)

Oran was taking when you had grabbed your dagger. When you slashed at him, he was caught off guard. Sparky pulled back with a silent cry of shock and pain, pulling his hands up to his face, which you had cut. Sparky was himself again, no sign of Oran anywhere.
He looks at you questioningly, but you were already off - since you said you would run. Sparky heads after you slowly before stopping, shaking his head, and letting you be.
The road has split again.
Left - odd chanting
Right - lilting song
Forward - rune path

I choose the right path (which is hopefully also the correct-right path) and pray that whoever is singing is in a good mood.