Just get back, bows are no good in close quarters, just let em take their time and we'll spring on em when the come around the corner. *i glare at ST* and don't try and do something stupid, we all got into this so we all are gonna get out of it...alive. *i drink a Bessemer potion to clear my mind and I anticipate what to do.*

ST spits a small gob of lava, which, for him, is basically like blood. "It's not like I wanted to. I'm under strict orders at the moment." He moves into a small shelter in the pile of debri while his shoulder still spews jets of fire. He is panting, as though something is sapping directly at his energy. "Kra'tz, I hate these flesh wounds." He crouches, waiting for the archers to advance.

Here, take this. *i roll over a small vile filled with a bright red liquid* will that help? It's liquid fire, burns like the Cęcre øn taruß maybe it should help. And what orders are you under?

"No, save that. I'll just need to eat some food after this is over. As for what orders I'm under..." He looks at Klepter with a very serious and grim face. "I'm under the law of Time itself." The archers move closer, almost in the prime position for attack.

*shakes my head and dinally comes fully conscious. I look around and draw my daggers again* "Hey, is everyone okay?"

Ooc: hey tempest, how come whenever I try to post a comment using my profile I get a message saying something about an invalid token form? Ic: fine as the archers pass me, I draw my dagger, grab the last enemy, and silently dispatch him

The archers hear the fall of their companion, and also see Dspice, who is out of hiding. There were ten, and now the nine of them draw swords and drop their bows. They begin to attack the group, swinging their swords in a practiced and skillful manner. ST dodges many of their blows, take one to the web of his previously unbroken left wing. Many feet swarm in front of him. Choosing a foot, he lunges forward and latches onto it with his jaws. Two screams are heard; one from the man he bit, and one from a ways down the tunnel. ST's ears flop pitifully. "No, it can't... it can't be!" he thinks to himself. "Not after so much time!"

*as they come around I spring up lik a viper and dispatch two with my first swing slicing deep just over their chests, I drop to the floor and go for two of their legs, clipping one and tumbling under the other. It all takes about two seconds for this to happen.* I hate assassins.

ooc: Please give them a chance to defend. You are not all polwerful. ic: One of them parrys the blow to the chest, but not enough to avoid damage. He is sliced above the eye, blinding him on his left side. The other is unable to block in time, and falls to the floor. The third stumbles slightly, when his legs are attacked, but the fourth is quick on his feet. When Klepter rolls near him, he steps on Klepter, pinning him belly-down on the floor. He lifts a mighty, jagged sword to lop off his head. Amidst the pack of feet, ST sees this quick encounter, and runs flat out to get to the man. The sword comes down, but ST rams himself into it, causing it to miss entirely. The man stumbles slightly, allowing some movement beneath him.

*jumps into the fray, swinging my daggers quickly left and right. i slash one across the face and catch his sword on my croossed daggers. he pushes me back and i roll backwards, barely missing his downward slash*

ooc: I have numberd these to keep track of them. I plan to keep them updated on this comment, in case you would like to keep track of them as well. bbl to post.

Klepter: Left arm is crushed
ST: Pierced right wing shoulder, other wing web is sliced.
Shadow: side slashed
Dspice: Ankle burnt, opposite hip clipped
Archer 1: Dead by Shadow's hand
A2: ankle bitten by ST, Dead
A3: Blind on left side Dead
A4: Dead
A5: Limp in both legs (still standing, but barely) Dead
A6: Slashed in face, dead
A7: Dead
A8: Knife in side, dead soon
A9: Cut in neck/ shoulder, right wrist broken
A10: knocked out cold

cleans blade on the dead archers clothes, sheathes it, and draws shortsword, and engages am archer. our blades lock, i slide my sword down and hit its hilt. the blade spins out of a hand and i stab him in the chest

OOC: I thought it was my left arm. IC: shadow, knife, now! *i flatten my self on the floor with my sword pointing up*

Throws knife at another archer's knee, the razor sharp blade cut the tendons, and he falls onto klepters sword

*i push him off of me and roll to the side to get up* one more down. Three to go.

*I roll forward and thrust my daggers upwards, straight through one of the archers chest. he falls backwards, and i wipe my blades on my pants*

A7, whom Klepter had stabbed, fell onto Klepter's crushed arm. His weight pressed heavily on the broken bones. (this would be very painful.) The man who was limp (A5) sneaks up behind Shadow and aims a vengeful slice to his calves. A3 uses Dspice's burnt anke to his advantage, and moves to her weak side. He moves to slice her hip on her bad side. A8, A9, and A10 move around Shadow and Klepter, trying to both corner and separtate the two. ST escapes further down the tunnel, hoping to avoid the battle. Suddenly, a voice booms through the cavern. "Well done, well done! Such lovely humans, such lovely beasts! Isn't it simply marvelous how much pain you feel. Aww, and your arm is in so much pain right now. I know exactly how graetly your ankle pains you, though you try to hide it. Oh! And there's that funny little one, whose pain I cannot feel at all. How absolutely lovely to see you all again!" ST looks around rapidly, trying to find the source of the voice. Not succeeding, he sends a bolt of fire to a body that is nearly dead.

Ooc hey, what happened to the guy me and klepter killed? Ic: I see a5 and strike the pommel of my sword on his temple, a killing blow. I drop low, and roundhouse kick a10 to the face

ooc: He fell on Klepter's arm. AND SERIOUSLY! Please quit god-moding! Not every hit is going to kill. You are NOT ALL-POWERFUL! And if I allow you to dodge, don't always exploit it. And allow my characters to dodge as well! PLEASE! ic: The voice tisks, like a mother to a disobediante child. "Now now, there isn't enough pain when you just kill them like that. Be good little toys and hurt more and kill less, okie-day?" A10 drops his sword, grabs Shadow's foot and pulls out a dagger to slice his side. ST magnifies his own voice in response to the other. "I do not know how a creep like you survived this long, but I swear I won't let you go again!" He flashed fire into the darkness. "Come out where I can see you!"

A5 thin dagger goes through my shirt and goes through a chink in my armor. It hits nothing vital, but if I don't get help soon, then may bleed to death. I kick away A5 and fall against a wall.

OOC: first off, If you noticed earlier I drank a potion the numbs my senses so I can go a while without pain, second, he landed on my blade and I pushed him off to the side when he fell, thirdly I try to not be "all powerful" but I do know somethings about fighting like this so as a normal trained fighter you naturaly exploit weaknesses to your advantage, and lastly i for one don't try to completely kill everything in one shot, I attack and wait for a move from the enemy. IC: *while shadow's attacker has to regain his posture, I quickly grab shadows knife taunt my attacker with it for a second, then quickly sling it the short distance past my attacker and shadows, heading straight for his exsposed side since he has neither a shield or a sword to protect him. I return to my attacker with a quick downward slash as I come out of my throw since I used my sword arm, my gauntlets I use to block I have found to be quite effective because I had no time to grab my shield off of my back.*

*A3 comes at me, sword swinging, and manages to clip me on my thigh. I growl and slash back. He manages to parry my daggers and slash back. I roll to his blind side, slash at his ribs, roll around again and thrust my daggers through his neck. I slowly stand up, limping on my burned ankle amd sliced thigh*

*everything seems to go in slow motion as I see the knife, knife through the air, heading straight to his ribs, I catch sight of the knife out of perirphial vision as I come down on my attacker. I jump in the middle of my swing*

ooc: By not automatically landing an attack, I am avoiding god-moding by not controlling your character. It is not necessarily a weakness. If you land every attack that you make, you are essentially controlling my charcters by not allowing them to dodge. Better to say thiings like "aimed an attack at..." or "moved to attack here..." Depending on my character's strengths, I usually let the attack land anyway. And I'm sorry I didn't know the potion numbed pain. I noticed that you drank a potion but I didn't know what it was. However, wouldn't not feeling pain make it so you allow yourself to be more exposed? If you can't feel pain then why would it bother you if you are hit? Just a thought, but not a necessary thing. (I typed all of that prior to seeing your new comment. Thank you for not landing your blow automatically. Oh, I just remembered! It's called an auto-hit I think.)

Shadow, the one attacking you cannot be A3 because A3 is dead. I put the status of your attacker on A8.

ic: A8, after managing to hurt Shadow, gets Klepter's knife in his side. It burrows deep and hits his lung. Gasping for breath, he lands on the wall next to Shadow. His eyes seem to be more clear than they were before, and a certain calm has come over him. "don't-" he gasps. "Don't hurt them... my brothers don't know, they can't-!" He coughs up some blood, and his eyes close. He is still breathing, but only just. Each one comes with great pain as he fades away.

ST turns back to the scene, pausing his search for the source of the voice. He sees many bodies strewn about, their blood still flowing out of them. His friends are badly injured, and the two living archers are still attacking. But, more than that, something was wrong. Why did none of them try to hurt the little dragon? Why were the archers still fighting, even though there was no hope of winning? How could they be driven to such lengths? But no, even that was not quite it. What was missing? He looked closely at each archer as they silently attacked. Not a sound came from their lips. Except... "Dspice! Klepter! Shadow! This isn't right! Gather near me!" He ran as fast as he could, launched into a low flight and landed near the nearly dead archer. "Hurry!"

trys to move toward ST but the pain is too great, so for the moment i am immobile. blood loss has made me dissy, and my vision is blurred. by my estimate i have about 3 minutes until I die.

ST leaps over to Shadow. "it's okay, I've got you. Do you have any sort of healing tonic?" He is too small to pull Shadow back to the dying archer, so he bites off a big piece of cloth from shadow's shirt and presses it into the wound. "Don't you die too. Not again," he mutters quitely. The voice speaks as though in great pain. "It hurts... It doesn't..." He let out a loud moan that grew into a roar. "Auurhh!! It doesn't hurt ENOUGH!" With this, the two archer who remained standing moved into a much fiercer frenzy of attacks. ST shouted to his companions worriedly. "Hurry and get over here!"

no, I had some in my bag, but I think the shockwave from klepters explosion destroyed the bottle.

ST reaches with his neck and sticks his nose into the bag. He does his best to continue pressing the wound while he looks. He lightly clamps his teeth around a small vial of dark purple liquid. Pulling his head out, he asks, "Ith thith i' ?"

*i land behind my attacker without killing him but I try to land a kick into his back as I run to ST not knowing if I hit him or not because of my momentum. I reach shadow and ST in a slide on my knees while kicking up dust and small rocks.* here ST, this might work better, that ones tainted. *i pass over a dark blue vile and quickly scan the area around shadow* hang in there. I'm going to get D-spice. *i jump up and quickly grab the knife out of A8 and make my way over behind D-spice's attacker. I go for a knock out blow because I don't want all of them dead. I aim for a blunt attack to the back of his knees and a pommel to the head to render him uncontious.*

A9 gets kicked in the back and falls face forward. He tries to break his fall, but breaks his right wrist instead. Though this causes immense pain, he seems to not care. He cannot pick up his swrod, and instead runs after Dspice and Klepter with only his fists. A10 falls unconscious. ST takes the tonic, and, unsures of how exactly to use it, he puts a couple of drops in A8's mouth and his wound, and then into Shadow's mouth and wounds. There is still about half the bottle left. "oh dear, I hope that's enough."

*i see A9 come at us, I duck and try to throw him over me.* ST! Whatch out, if the tonic takes effect they will vilontly jerk for two seconds, so don't get hit. * I pull a syringe out of my pack and try to stab it into the leg of the last attacker.*

ST jumps out of the way just as the archer thrashes violently. After the two seconds, he slinks cautiously back to them. The archer coughs up a light spatter of blood and opens his eyes. Seeing the dragon with his half open wings, he assumes he is being attacked and tries to scramble to his feet. ST leaps onto his chest and grips his shirt. The man cannot back up any farther. "Peace, warrior. I do not attack you. See the blade that pierced you on the ground, and see that your wound is healed." His voice is low and rumbling like the rumble of the earth before a volcano erupts. The archer slips to the floor, and ST bounds off of him. He drifts into unconsciousness, though now his breathing is light. ST twitches his tail. "Such a weak lad. He looks no more than twenty." He nudges his snout on Shadow. "You okay?"

A9, bleeding from the neck and his wrist at an odd angle lashes out at Klepter with his left fist just before the syringe plunges into his leg. Though it would take only second before he is knocked out, he thinks he will die. This gives him a great rush of power and adrenaline and he moves to wrap his meaty arms around Kelpter's neck before falling to the floor.

OOC: what about the other guy, I don't know if what I did hit or not. The syringe is supposed to knock him out though. Also, I took the knife, remember. IC:

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*i push him off of me and look around. All the attackers are littered along the floor and blood is pooling up in a crevice that runs along the side of the tunnel. All is quiet except for the deep breathing that everyone is excpierencing.* ok, now that that's over, let's get out of here. *i sit down on a rock and take out a red vile, Take a sip, and recaps it to pass around.* I think everyone should take this, it's for healing. *roaring pain quickly comes back to my arm as the healing potion over takes the Bessemer potion and I quickly pop my arm into place*

The voice booms around the room. "Well, such naughty children! I thought I told you to hurt them more! Well, no matter. I shall bring more toys for you to play with later. Right now you are no use to me. Such bad playthings you are! Be sure to not kill yourselves, Okay?" A certain weight in the air is removed, one like white noise which does not seem loud until it is removed. ST breathes deeply in the light air. "Now that he's gone..." He jumps onto A8. "Time to wake up!" After a moment, he slowly opens his eyes.

I'll live, but my shirt is ruined. And wheres my shortsword? * looks around, sheathes it, and draws arwen. Looks around, confused, and sees A8. puts the tip of my blade on his throat. * give me one good reason why I shouldnt kill you * i say acidly

ST jumps on Shadow, snarling menacingly. "Because I will kill you if you touch him. Am I clear?" His eyes twitch from side to side, focusing on each of shadow's eyes. "He is not the enemy you think he is."

Yea, after what he said, I saved the last three. *i sheath my sword and pick up my bow and sling it on my back* that one over there though might still be a little fistey though. *i walk up and place my arm on A8's shoulder* your kinda young to be an assassin and an archer, how did you get into this?

alright, i wont kill him, but that doesnt mean i trust him. * sheathes arwen, but keeps a close hand on andiril ooc: for those who dont know i have 3 swords. arwen, andiril, and my shortsword, sting (lord of the rings fanatic) Ic: a flash of light appears and Sitka, a green minor dragon who follows me around, maqterializes and then lands on my shoulder

The archer's eyes slowly move into focus. "What the- how? Is he...?" He looks up and sees everyone around him. He yelps and tries to move further back, but the wall stops him. "I'm sorry! Don't kill me! Please!" ST moans and leaps onto his chest. "For the last time, they are not going to kill you! Now, tell us your name." He gulps. "My name's Epididymous. Ehm... " He looks around. "Why didn't you kill me? Wait! Is He still here? What's going on?"

Who? Who do you mean is still here? We're the only ones here. *i walk away a few steps and remember the other ones that are still alive.* Shadow, can you pull the other two over here I can't and we need to ask them somethings as well. *i look down the tunnel* we need to find a way out of here.

"He changed our minds, made us hate you; hate you until we were willing to die trying to kill you. All of us..." His eyes widened. "Dreya! Is she here? She came with me, that stupid girl! Is she still alive?" He ran from body to body, examining the faces. He stopped at the archer who was the first to have been killed. He gently pulled off the archer's helmet and a cascade of black hair tumbled down. He knelt by her and said just barely loud enough to hear, "The stupid girl wanted to stay with me; disguised herself as a guy so they'd... I never wanted this to happen..."

Who made you hate us? *i slowly walk over, then glance at shadow*. Shadow, I think we should of gone with non leathal.

maybe so. but next time well be ready. but to have a voice that can make people kill. thats wrong. i wonder if it has to do with the stormfolk

The man nodded slowly, still looking at the girl. "Yes, he is one of Stormfolk's subordinates. His name's... Blakl, I think." ST released an explosive hiss. "I knew it! That creep's still alive, I see. What makes him want to serve Stormfolk? When I knew him, he wanted to be on his own?" Epididymous cradled Dreya's head gently in his hands. "I guess he figured he could get more people to hurt if he followed Stormfolk. I haven't heard much about him, except from rumors. That man," he said, pointing at A2, "is David, and he's a trader. He's tried to find out what's going on with Stormfolk and figured out that Stormfolk's got this competition going. Apparently he's gathering witches and demons and people of bad natures to compete against each other. I don't know what happens when they win, but they've been using the people of the land for their little game. I thought our village would stay out of it, but when we were told that a resistance was forming, all of our men decided to join it. My dad made me go, and Dreya here wanted to come with me. Turns out there wasn't a resistance, just a creep who..." He began to rock back and forth. Quietly, and as though he was nearly crying, he muttered, "he made me watch... I'm so sorry, Dreya."

...shadow, we may be able to help him. With this, he seemed quite attached, remember my cave? We got to get them there, heck, if we get ten willing donnars we can get all these guys back up. *i address Epididymous* do you know how to get out of here? If we can get all these man out of here I know a place where we can bring them back to life, granted they might hold grudges if they remember but they'll be alive. And as I can see...ehem...your connection with her, i think you'll find it very appeasing.

ooc: Am I not playing it off very well? ic: Epididymous picks up Dreya and stands before the others. "No, I wouldn't want that. She's at peace, finally. I wouldn't revive her just to be used by Stormfolk again. I just want to get her out of this cave. And no, I don't know where the exit is. Blakl never let us out." He points with his chin to the place the archers had come from. "Buut that seems to be the only direction left at the moment. I will warn you that there are more like us, who have been bewitched. I doubt he would use his etoli on us, but I can't guarantee." ST hops back onto Dspice's shoulder. "Well then, lets be off!" he purrs.

She wouldn't be used by stomfolk, I can assure you of that, but if your final on your decision, I'll respect that. *i look down the empty tunnel and then look back at the dead-end (literaly).* well we should get those two back up.

ST hops off of Dspice and walks to one of the passed out archers. He takes his own knuckles and drives them into A9's sternum, waking him with a jolt. He has the same lost exspression as Epididymous had, but after ST quickly clarifys things, he nods and stands. "I am Rorak," he says. Seeing Epididymous, he is first joyful, and then has an expression of pity. "My friend, is that? Is that Dreya?" He moves closer and grasps Epididymous's shoulders. "I'm sorry, Diddy." ST moves on to the next, A10, but fails to be able to wake him. Rorak finds an older man among the pile of bodies. Lifting him, he informs the group that he is his father, Borak.

ill take A10. * i pick him up and hoist him over my shoulders. * let's get out of here. but klepter.? I dont think Epididymus will be able to take Dreya, so could you get her? So that we might give her a proper burial rather than leaving her in these dark catacombs.

ooc: Epididymous is already holding Dreya. ic: ST flicks his tail impatiently. "I will try to come back here later and bring the rest of them out for decent burials. For now, we must leave while we have the chance."

Ok, ok...let's get out of here. *i grab some discarded weapons and quickly hide/stash them on my person* so, we should get out of here

ST begins to light the way down the tunnel. Rorak and Epididymous follow.

*i quietly follow and look around frequently*

ooc: will somebody else please take the lead before this roleplay dies?

*quickly shuffles past everyone and puts my fist up to signal everyone to stop* do you think there is a faster way to get out of here?

ST's eyes glaze over for a second, but they shift wildly in their sockets as though he is looking at something that is fast-moving. His body begins to become a paler red, then almost a pink when his eyes snap shut, then open again, clear now. He is panting heavily, and his scales are slowly comeing back to their color. "Every way is blocked by either guards or magic... The ways blocked by magic are shorter. I could... but I need.." He looks at Epididymous and Rorak, as though asking for their permossion. ooc: Rorak is open for anyone to control if you'd like. ic: ST shakes his head and turns to Klepter, Shadow, and Dspice. "What I am about to do, or what you assume that I do, you must never tell me." His scales still a pale red, he runs back through the cave. Calling out from the darkness, he says, "I'll catch up in a little bit!"

Ummm, that's a strange way to go about it, I was going to suggest to just dig through a wall and skip some steps, or we go total stealth and just clear a path silently. *i look back down the tunnel watching ST* so, I think we should just do whichever one you guys can do easily.

ST has left the group, but is sort of tracing their movements through magic. He examines te bodies and lets out a sigh. "Gotta do what'cha gotta do."

and that is?

He's got to eat a lot to stay alive (just a part of how his body works.) He hasn't had food in a while, and there is fresh, dead meat. He doesn't need the others to see it though, which is why he wants you to go ahead on your own.

okay... guys lets do what klepter says. and since kleptere has claws when in dragon wolf form, i suggest that he digs us out

OOC: Hey guys, can I still join in? (its Silveera btw, I made a new login because I've changed my Sona, and she has a different name)

ooc: Sure! Do you want to take point? Klepter seems to have left us, and I don't like leading all the time. Do you want a summary, or just read everything up til now?

ooc: I've read most of it, but correct me if I get anything wrong C:. my appearance http://fav.me/d4szsor ic: * I crouch low on top of the ruins, watching patiently as a guard approaches the wall beneath me. WIth out a sound, a drop from the wall on to the guards shoulders, plunging my staff-swords into his heart before he can even think to scream. Ignoring the body,I walk over it as I sheath my blades and begin examining the half buried wall of the ruins, listening intently, I hear faint voices through the thick stone* There they are * placing both palms against the wall, I form crystals beneath them, which begin to split the rock with loud and sharp cracks*

ooc: Can you give us a basic overview of your sona's abilities? I'm playing as a little red dragon ("Squirrel-Tongue" cat size) who is mostly fire-magic. He can do a lot of little things like sense where magic is, disarm small spells, use magic to fly up to 80ish mph, light himself on fire, move objects larger than himself, and a lot of other little things. He cannot and never will have healing powers, and cannot get too much water. He is stronger when he is older, and is older than the earth as we know it. (I made a whole history for his race of dragons) ic: ST licks his lips clean of any blood, then proceeds back to the group. "I can dig, but not very well. I have only my claws for this." He rolls his wings, now healed. "Ah, feels good to be back."

i wont be much help as far as digging. i could blow out a hole with some explosives, but the roof looks unstable

ooc: My abilities are listed here http://fav.me/d4jhq58 in the artists comments. I can talk normaly in human form IC: *The crystals continue to work into the wall, creating fisures and cracks. They soon break through to the other side of the wall, flowing out and weakening the rock and it soon begins to crumble, showering the companions with dust as an archway starts to form, the sides reinforced with crystal*

ST blinks at the bright sunlight, and coughs at the dust. He sees a strange figure in the archway, and automatically protects himself with a blanket of fire. "Who are you?" He growls, or, at least, tries to growl. It is rather more of a squeak. "Are you with Storm-what's-his-face?"

I think if she was, she would have killed us by now.* looks at ST* seriously chill. And, uh, no pun intended

ST's fire recedes back inside of him, and his licks his paws carefully. "I don't care really. It's all about appearance."

Perhaps.* pulls up the hood of cloak to keep my eyes from burning, since they are highly sensitive to light.* who are you, stranger?

*I lean against one side of the makeshift arch, tilting my head curiously as ST sets himself on fire, before being callmed down by Shadow* Your friend speaks wisely, but I will comfirm his opinion. No, I am not with Stormfolk. As for who I am.... I am Scyla, and an old friend of yours sent me. *the sun glints off of the pendant hanging from my left ear, illuminating a familiar symbol* ooc: The pendant that Scyla has on her ear is identical to the one on Silveera's left ear, just made of different metal... also I've made alot of changes to Silveera, one being she doesn't have a dragon form anymore

Suddenly, something clicks. * your accent sounds familiar, as does the pendant on your ear. If you are who you say you are you are a long way from home, no?

ST yawns widely, proclaiming his boredom. "So you aren't with Stormfolk, and we don't seem to be killing each other, so what's with all this formal talk and-" He pauses here, squats on his hind legs, and makes waves with his arms. "wooOOoo mystical mysteriousness? I've known humans since you were created, and you never seem to tire of your dramatics." He heaves a sigh and rolls his eyes. "It's positively DULL, I tell you. *I* am dramatic because it is fun, but you two are so SERIOUS! Lighten up! Lets gpo back in time already and kick this guy's butt."

*I start to answer Shadows question, but I let out a hiss spining around towards the left side of the ruins as a group of armed guards let go a shout and draw there weapons* The de'vistir speaks wisely, we should get away from here as soon as possible.... *I duck as an arrow flies past my head* Once we've dealt with these pests *I add as more guards come from the other side*

ST mutter to Shadow. "See, this is when appearances can be helpful." Once again, he lights himself ablaze and both deepens and magnifies his voice to a roar. the fire grows tall and licks the roof of the cave. ST suddenly recedes the fire, sending the cave into what seems to be total darkness for a few moments as eyes adjust to the lack of light. ST takes several short breaths. Releasing so much fire greatly reduces his energy.

*I growl in annoyance as I'm temporarily blinded by STs fire, but I open my secondary eyes so I can see the aura's of the approaching soldiers. Said soldiers fall back as the pillar of fire grows and blinds them, bringing up their shields to protect themselves* Move away out of the ruins and away from the arch as quick as you can, once I move away the crystal will disintigrate and the arch will collapse *I charge one f the groups of guards, changing to my beastial form as I plow into them, burying my horns into one of the mens chest, he screams as his life quickly flows out of him in gushes of blood, as I throw him from my horns into the ranks of the other group, stalling them in thier assault*
(there are about twenty guards, ten in each group. Minnus the one I just skewered)

ST nods, though he isn't sure if she can see him. He tugs twice on Shadow's cloak, telling him to move, and then scampers out of the cave. For a moment, he is blinded by the sun. Even the fire he made in the cave could not compare to the brightness of daylight. "It seems I'm spended most of my time now being blinded by some light or lack of it."

The cowl of my cloak protects my eyes from the sun, as I run out.* Scyla, non-lethal! They may not be themselves* I draw my bow and arrow, and stop behind a battlement, snap off 5 shots in rapid succession, aimed at their legs, and continue running

ST shoots a thin jet of fire at the men's feet, hoping to singe them and make them lose their footing.

All 5 shots hit their mark, slamming into the calves of the armed men. But my shooting helps in another way that I had hoped for, but hadn't expected to work. The men I'd hit , who were in the front of one group, fell and their comrades fell on top of them in an odd version of the domino effect

ST watches as the men who simply tripped get up quickly, and when they are past the groaning men, ST sweeps his fire in that direction as well.

I slow, preparing to shoot, when suddenly, I draw my bow too far. It tremors in my hand and then the bowstring snaps, leaving me with a yew rod. I put the arrow in my quiver and run, holding the now, and hoping that I'll have a chance to get a new string on later

*I growl in annoyance, knowing Shadow is right about them probably not being themselves. I sweep my tail into the legs of two men running at me, nocking them to the ground, the force of the blow breaking their legs* We need to get out of here, there are more coming!

"We're out! Come on!" ST tries to breathe more fire, but only a sputter of smoke comes out. A man with a club takes a mighty swing at ST, catching him in the stomach and throwing him several feet. ST crashes into a remnant of a wall, and falls to the ground, the wind knocked out of him.

*My attention is focused on a guard infront of me, trying to slash my neck with a halberd and I don't notice a group of spearmen sneaking up by left side. I snarl in sudden pain as the loose their barbed spears, several miss completely but three bury into my side. I spin around, breathing a gout of irridescent red fire at them, but they raise shields to deflect the torrent. Enraged by pain and by the failure of my attack, my eyes and crystals glow brightly as a bloodrage takes over. Fire that caught alight in the grass flares, spreading quickly towards the soldiers. Red tendrils snake about them and they scream as they are cooked alive in thier armour. I rear onto my hindfeet, unleashing a bloodcurdling shriek of rage(like the sound the Nazguls from LotRs make) before turning on another group of guards*

ooc: Silveera, would you like to take over for these enemies? I controlled the last ones, and I'd like to see your ideas for them.

OCC:hey guys!(told you I would shadow) I got a new account cuz I forgot my password for my old one and recently i couldn't comment with out being logged in. Can't wait for school to be over for the year but I still have finals and then I might get a summer job wich will probably damper any way for me to keep up with this as much as I want. IC: *i break out of a wall still insides the ruins completely oblivious to what has been happening. I see shadow and ST somewhat out a way from the ruins and a beast slaughtering the men. Seeing the natural realization that is pretty much safe to get what we actually came for I grab a large gem the size of a large cat, and book it out of the ruins walking with a determined pace towards shadow and ST. No need to run because no one seems to be able to get out of the ruins.*

Ooc: wait, didn't Scyla get us out of the catacombs and onto the surface? Ic: I decide that with my now broken I am no help in my current form, so I change to my dragon form, and then fly into the air as fast as possible, looking for a good attack position

ooc: ST has had the wind knocked out of him (outside the caves) and I'm currently waiting for someone to take control of the dude who's likely about to attack ST. It's no fun fighting against myself.

*one guy gets up and sees ST laying by the rock completely unarmed. He picks up his spear and starts running, he reaches ST way before I can even start running* shadow! Grab the guy! And get him away from ST. *the man goes to pick up ST* OOC: is that what you were thinking Nayru? ...what happened to D spice, and the lurkers, jewel and laetherys (is that right). I thought every one was comming back.

Sees the man klepter has indicated and pulls into a stoop ( a falcons dive) then, ashen in about 20 away from him, I unfurl my wings, slowing me down. A quick slap on the head knocks him out

ST Crawls as best he can in a little cubby behind the rock, and once he has his breath back, peeks over the top of the rock at the battle.

*seeing no new threats I continue to walk to ST's rock. I approach silently and crouch behind the rock while putting the object I retrieved from the chach on the ground in front of me*

(just jumping in here but I've noticed there has been no new posts in a while! I'll have to send something in one of these days.)

*Small particals of crystal form around me, forming a red shimering cloud. The cloud explodes outwards, and where ever one of the particals touches a guard, it grows. The men panic, some screaming as the crystals grow over them, soon they are all encased, alive, but unable to move. I drop back to all fours, hissing as the spears are jolted. Neon red blood trickles from the wounds, splashing onto the chared grass, where it glows faintly. I slump to the ground, exhausted*

OC: DSPICE!!!!!! *megaglompage* I has missed you I hope you are well ^^

*as the mist falls and clears the witch emerges with her puppets now including those archers who we dispatched in the tunnel with their gruesome wounds covered over with butlap. The witch gives a curdling laugh which rips through the air like death itself.* ugh not again, not now! *i groan while turning to face the new threat.* I believe we can either leave or fight...I'm deffiently not in favor of the latter.