It was silent in the forest save for the sounds of his men walking on the ground, the cawing of carrion feeders, and his own heartbeat. Turiel and his group had been hired to flush out a werewolf that had been stalking people passing through the Misty Forrest for sometime. Normally someone would simply throw up their hands and wait for a hero to show up, but right now some caravans needed to get through here safe and fast. so his lads were busy path-finding for the group when they discovered the remains of the last caravan sent in.

The actual wagons were no more than charred wrecks. One had a handful of charred skeletons poking out from the debris. There wasn't any sign of the horses though, it was believed they managed to break loose as the wagons burned and ran off. The guards were plenty and scattered about the forest floor. They'd all been hewed into pieces of savaged by some beast. All of them had their faces ripped apart to the point where identification was impossible. Some had entrails strewn about with some missing large chunks in their limbs. It was done with claws and teeth, but a few cuts that had torn some in half were mostly clean. Which suggested a blade.

The approach of the mercenaries sent the eager crows flying into the surrounding, lifeless trees. The wolves weighed their options, but ran off with a couple more mouthfuls of meat. The worst part about this was the need to clear the site of carnage so their caravan could make their way through. It would delay them probably the rest of the day. The prospect of going near the piles of torn flesh that'd been human just a week ago was unsettling enough.

"All right! Lets get about dragging off the wreckage! We'll collect the bodies and perform a burial after that." There was a few grimaces and groans, but his hard-stare silenced any opposition. And the task itself wasn't easy. Hauling a thing made of nothing but ashes and charred would was dirty, unpleasant, and frequently resulted in one simply spreading black across the road. It wasn't for a good half hour that Turiel noticed two of his men were missing.

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They'd wandered off actually, when dumping a large section of frame they found a blood trail leading off into the woods with dragging marks. Normally this would be best left ignored, but they heard a slight weeping noise further on ahead. A possible survivor had crawled that way! It was odd to have stayed so close for almost a week, but perhaps they'd been wounded and stayed nearby, hoping for rescue. As they neared, rapidly vanishing from sight and sound of their boss, they could tell it was from a female. Maybe she would be good-looking or rich and reward them for saving her!

The sound stopped abruptly as they swung into a slight clearing where it seemed the sound was coming from. Stepping cautiously, following the trail, the lead one didn't hear a slight 'whoosh' as Irina swung from a lower branch. She placed her hand around the forehead and base of the skull of the rearguard. With a slight twist she broke his neck without so much as a muffle. Wonderfully convenient the lead mercenary was a bit too busy gaping at the site before him.

The girl he thought he'd found had been dead for sometime. She'd been stripped of clothing and spread eagle-wide with stakes impaled through her hands and feet. Though decomposition made it difficult to determine, it looked like her innards had been pulled out and her flesh stripped from her skin. Carved into the rotting meat was a variety of what appeared to be runes. No where on the corpse however, was a single bit mark or claw. His shaky step backwards preceded a violent rise of bile in his mouth before the sound of steel clashing with steel rang out.

There was a heavy pressure in his lower right torso. and the wound itself felt icy cold, but everything around it felt like it was burning. the dark warmth of his blood rapidly staining his clothing. He gurgled slightly, an acidic froth of vomit and blood that ran down his face in rivulets. He gasped and sucked in the concoction, his body just about to cough in reflex to this act as the blade ripped him wide open in two.

His blood splashed freely, staining the desecrated ground as Irina giggled in the voice that lured them here. Her hand was almost shaking from joy as she reached down to the corpse. It too was suffering spasms as the brain sent final messages to limbs that weren't attached. Her calloused hand grabbed a chunk of flesh that pumped the lifeblood of the body. Shoveling it into her mouth, she stained her face with the greasy, hot blood as she devoured a large chunk of his heart.

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At this point, Turiel was almost panicking and fairly pissed. If they'd gotten lost and wandered back, he'd ream their asses a good one. If they'd been killed by the beast...he was quite willing to drop this contract here and now. He was just about to wave his mean back to return to the caravan and tell them they were done with this job when someone began screeching with inhuman yowl. whipping around he and the other guy he could see were drawing their weapons. No more than ten yards away Karl was crawling on the road toward them with an outreach arm. His hand had been severed and was being gnawed on by a middle-aged girl resting on the now-silent man. The large amount of blood flow and silence hinted that his throat had been cut, but the ragged chunks of flesh and bloodied hand on the girl meant she must've ripped it out.

This was the werewolf!?

A couple feat away from the ghoulish snack was another pair of unmoving feet, she must've killed him quietly and sliced up Karl. and as she rose up with a spring, much like a cat, her hand grabbed and dragged a fairly large sword behind her. Turiel started moving towards his comrade to interdict the girl from reaching him. He stood his ground resolutely, notching an arrow and loosing it. The girl pitched to the left slightly as it impacted with her left shoulder, letting off a thick trail of crimson. Continuing with the momentum, she swung the massive blade with just one arm and chopped through the bow like it was kindling. Her blade bit deep, almost cutting the archer in half. Kinetic energy finished the job, and the almost severed halves toppled over.

That was the last straw. Her broke and took off running, screeching for help anyone or anything. He didn't care about his reputation anymore. Nothing was worth dying out in a place like this by yourself. Irina on the other hand, had ceased pursuit for the moment. Bracing herself for a moment, her muscles bulged at the hesitation and the pain as she drew out the air. Collapsing to the dirt road, she was grinning hoping he'd bring more friends. Maybe someone who knew where Mommy was. Licking her hand slowly to clean it of blood and grime, she stood up and slowly walked after her prey.

"Heh heh..."

News had traveled to him fast, about a werewolf killing Humans in his forest. He resented that very much. But he would gather information on the target before doing anything. Alana was scouting the area were everything was heard about the attacks. The Eagle watched the newest incident with interest. It stepped to the side on the branch she was perched on and cocked her head to the right. The killer didn't look like the furry beast. After the man had ran away the Eagle took flight back to her master.

After a few minutes of flight the bird landed next to a young looking Fairy. Midori communicated with the bird through thought. The images of the bloody mess flowed into his head. The thing didn't seem to be a werewolf and he had never seen any Human like that. He flew up on the Bird's back. With in a moment Alana took flight in the direction of the incident. He was going to rid the forest of that untamed beast. It may have seemed Human enough but acted like an animal.

Once reaching the area he dismounted his bird. He was hidden among the canopy and would hardly be noticed. Plus no one would really pay attention to someone of his size anyways. He watched through the mist, not being able to see much. Not before long he began his decent through the trees silently. He didn't touch a single leaf on the way down. Once he reached the bottom of the canopy he watched the girl.

He decided on seeing what she could do before anything else, maybe she was just blindly killing. Luhta kanta. he whispered in a small voice with his palms pointed at himself. Then magic seemed to be pulled out of the air. He changed in size to that of a Human. His wings were gone. His living leather armor almost seemed to move with his breath he took. A leaf shaped earring on his right ear and an acorn hanging from a bracer on his left hand. He teleported to the ground behind the girl.

You are going to die here. he said withdrawing his cutlass with dripped with something but not exactly poison. He held it in his right hand and almost seemingly unready. His voice was still child like but his words were fully ment, he was going to get rid of her if it was the last thing he did. Ama poldora. he whispered to himself as his physical strength grew to very high ranges. He was much stronger then he appeared, much much stronger. I don't like you killing in my forest. he said now waiting for an attack to begin this.

She kept walking, even after the creepy sensation of being watched alerted her to something's presence. It was the high-pitched voice that confirmed it. a humanoid, and he'd snuck up on her without any real notice. She'd either gotten sloppy, or still had much to learn. Granted she'd only experienced the outside world for only a couple weeks. He was confident, perhaps rightly so. She turned around and started walking backwards to speak to him directly. She kept a bit of wariness around her, to make certain nothing came up from behind her.

Her face was aglow, like a child who'd just discovered a present under the tree when everything had already been opened. It was flecked with blood, tainting it with the nature that was revealed in her eyes and red-stained grin. With a brief wave of her hand, her left one was dragging the two-handed sword in the dirt leaving behind a trail besides her footprints. "How are you today Mister?" She sniffed a few times, and a confused expression crossed her face. There was a lack of certain impurities present in humans, but...he seemed to...unpalatable.

Irina started weighing her options. There was a slight rumble of her instincts, it wasn't a fight she'd be able to win. He was emotionally spiked and focused as well, the only real option would be to run. She should've taken a hostage, if she could catch the last human...

"I wonder, have you seen my Mommy around here?" Her legs seemed to tense up, but kept the slow pace. She hadn't learned the art of masking a surprise move yet, but given time she'd perfect it. Granted, if she survived this situation and made it out of here fine.

Alaster had thought that the rumors concerning the Misty Forest were over exaggerated, that a werewolf hiding in a forest so commonly traveled would merely be a fictitious story cooked up to make people's lives a bit more exciting; but now, having traveled a good distance through it, he could not believe why people would traverse through it in the first place. If anything, the place seemed to be a haven for creatures of the darkness. Alaster had not seen anything out of the ordinary, but the tales of were wolves seemed to be a bit more believable now that he stood within the woods. Rumors aside, Alaster would have chosen to avoid the forest completely had he had the choice. He had been making his way to the Sanctuary of Angels and unless he wanted to go around the forest to reach the Gap of Annon, he would have to go through the densely wooded area. But reviewing his options now, Alaster would have chosen the former over this nightmare in a heartbeat.

He was clad in his usual attire. Usual for him at least. In actuality, Alaster was out of place in most occasions, and this time was no different. His blue, white and golden attire stuck out like a sore thumb in the gloomy woods. He walked with his arms folded, giving him a fragment of security. At least there's a trail. Alaster admitted. Without that one mercy, it seemed impossible to be able to get through this forest. His vision was limited to no more then twenty meters ahead and the further he ventured into the wilderness, the thicker it seemed to be. His turban was clenched tightly in one had, as he saw no reason to wear it. His blue eyes scanned the area constantly, ready to grab at the dagger at his waist at a moment's notice.

The trees around him were bare, not even dead leaves hung from the boughs. There was no grass, as the mist enveloped all within the forest, only allowing a shred of sunlight to permeate through it's strangle hold. Why did I come this way? Alaster pouted. His fear was almost tangible and he sprang for his dagger every time he saw a shadow move or a twig break. After a while he had given up, blaming it on his over reacting mind.

"You are going to die here."

Alaster froze. The sentence sent a feeling like a thousand knives stabbing into his heart. He turned, his eyes scanning his environments wildly for it's source. He heart rate accelerated, his breathing tense. There! Off in the distance, further down the trail, he could make out the shadows of something. Alaster squinted, trying to make out the shapes through the thick fog. He grasped his dagger, for whatever it was worth and slowly made his way towards the sound. Then it hit him like a blow to the head. He almost gagged and attempted to fan foul odor away from his face, but to no avail. Something caught his foot and fell onto his stomach. Something wet and squishy. Alaster cringed. In the back of his mind, he felt that he knew what it was and slowly turned on his back to face it. His eyes widened. It was a corpse and it had no signs of a natural death. The face, or at least what was left of one, was bloodied and shredded, and the entrails had been spilled out of the stomach. What was left of the face was contorted into a fit of pain, the eyes rolled back into the head, the mouth opened, most-likely having died screaming. Alaster felt a rush of dizziness, he stumbled onto his feet and began sprinting. Thats what the smell was, the rot of the dead. This is a nightmare, it has to be! He thought, a chuckle of hysteria slipping from his lips. He tripped again, but this time when he fell, he was not alone. Glancing up from the damp forest floor, Alaster realized there were two people. "Thank the gods!" He proclaimed, a surge of joy filling him as he found two people, who were not werewolves. He rose to his feet, walking towards the closest figure, what seemed to be a woman. Alaster could not much derive the details through the fog. "Us three need to get out of here, its not safe to travel alone." He said, unaware of the ruin of an entire caravan that surrounded him.

Midori advanced when the women before him walked backwards. He kept her pace keeping the same amount of distance between the two. He ignored what she had to say. It didn't seem like it was anything important anyways. He was waiting for the moment to strike her. Anytime he could have done it by now but just a good moment. He didn't want to be caught off guard in a counter attack and end up ripped and eaten to pieces like the other people.

His muscles tensed at the sound of something else. He kept his slow advance as someone else approached. This one was also in the form of a Human, but seemed more like it then the beast before him. But the second the man spoke up he took his time. He teleported and vanished from his spoke. He was hoping that the women would be distracted by the man's voice coming from her side. Within a second of his disappearance he reappeared right next to the women. Sword in a swing to cut off the arm that was dragging the two handed sword on the ground. If he struck she would lose her arm from a little further up then her elbow. He was positioned himself between her and the man that came up.

Only way for her to not get cut by this was to release the sword and quickly move out of the way. Unless she was able to move the sword faster then he could finish his half way finish slice that was her only option. Before he could finish the attack he could defend himself from an attack as well. Spikes. he muttered under his breath quickly as huge black spikes came out of his skin. They would scrape the women if she stayed too close to him. But instead of just sitting there waiting for a counter attack the spikes popped from his skin. But only the ones in front of him and to his side. They would fly out and impale the women if she was struck by anyone of them. Truly just the beginning on his many options here. But he was going to keep himself limited. If he could end this with out trying it would be worth it.

(OOC: What color do you use Mazzer? It looks cool!)

The mist had covered a new scent, one of what seemed to be like a human. She couldn't really pick up anything else from the distance and terrain interfering it. and the other man before her was silent, possibly a "paladin" Skertin had warned her about. They had codes to follow, about protecting innocents and punishing evil for some false-god. There weren't any by-standers nearby of that nature however. Except for the two nearby humans. And which false-god was it? This mattered somehow, but she could never keep them straight.

"Thank the gods!"

She chortled slightly before yelling at him, "Lord Tithdaeron! I beseech your destroyer-aspect! Guide my hands in this battle-sacrifice!" As she swung her sword-arm to point it towards the new-comer, she'd completely missed the disappearance of the Paladin. She didn't notice his reappearance, but the effects of his attack was not lost on her. An icy wave went through her wrist, followed by a heat wave as ichor spewed out of the stump.

Instinct taking over, twisted with spite and hate at being wounded, she yowled like a cat and spun, her remaining hand gripping the severed one by its wrist and swung it towards the Paladin, relying on the death-grip of her missing hand. Normally an opponent wouldn't expect something like that, especially to be attacked with a weapon that had been disarmed. Ironically Skertin had done much the same, only her moth had ripped off her limbs with claws and strength than steel.

As his skin darkened and launched a salvo of spikes, she withdrew regardless of the effect of her attack and did a somersault, holding her severed wrist in her jaws, biting with enough force to crack the bones inside. The only real advantage she seemed to have was speed, but this Paladin could seemingly relocate his existence at will. Her light leather clothing allowed unrestricted movement, but didn't offer protection she could rely on, and wielding her sword with a single hand would be difficult. This made running exceedingly more difficult, but the only real option at this moment.

Her tanned skin was covered with a slight sheen of sweat despite the relatively cool air. Her brown hair was short, and normally straightened. It'd become fairly ruffled and flecked with sweat, mud and blood over the course of this battle. Prying the fingers from her sword, she hefted the blade in her one good hand before sheathing it over her back. This would allow easier movement, but disable parrying capabilities. "Could I at least know your name Paladin of the Woods?" In this brief exchange, she'd already forgotten about the other human, but she was in an agitated state, evidenced by the furious whipping motion her dark tail was making.

Alaster's appearance seemed to have triggered a fight, and before he had realized he was being attacked. The woman had called upon what Alaster assumed was some sort of dark god, and for a moment, everything seemed as if it was in slow motion. The sword falling slowly towards him and the crazed glee written on the woman's face. Instinctively Alaster jumped to the side, fearing that he was too late to be saved. He landed again on his stomach, the soft dirt padding his fall. After a few seconds passed and nothing having happened to him, he looked upwards, watching the scene unfold before his eyes. Alaster had not caught all the details, but in the fray of things, it would seem the woman had lost a hand and the other figure had diverted the certain death of Alaster, a favor he would have to repay later.

Alaster lurched forward onto one knee, trying to put things together. He studied the woman closely, at last realizing she was no human at all. She had... a tail? It was barbed at the end and swaying furiously, much like a cat's when annoyed. Rauko? Alaster thought. Demons were known to take a somewhat-human form. It was then when he also realized that it was she responsible for all this death, and the man next to him meant to face her down. Alaster kneeled silently. He was relatively helpless in this fight. He had no magic, a dagger for a weapon and he could only get in the way if he tried to help the man. Although, Alaster had to admit he could much more easily face his opponent when he was face to face with them, and a girl at that. No horrible werewolf. Just a girl, albeit a blood crazed, sword wielding girl with a knack for slaughter. But Alaster could not help but ask 'Why?' as he surveyed the destruction that surrounded him. What could possibly drive such a being to such hate and malice?

He was surprised when the woman sheathed her sword, and then instead of running, asked for her opponent's name. He shook his head, a spark of anger flaring within him. "And why does it matter what his name is? Are you going to hunt him down and kill him? Have you not killed eno-" Alaster stopped himself. Reasoning with a demon would be pointless, as they are inherently evil and have not the same minds as men. "Who is Tithdaeron? Of some of the pantheons of deities, I have never heard of that name." Alaster questioned the woman, gaining some courage. He now saw that in his moment of anger, he had drawn the attention of the woman and a change of subject might be necessary in order to save his neck.


(Just a note, I know you're not a demon, but to Alaster thats all he can presume.)

The blade had severed it's target. The half of an arm fell to the ground. The other arm grabbed at the two handed sword in an attempt to swing at one of them but the women was driven back by the spikes. The ones still on him withdrew into his body. He stood there ready for another attack. Eyes half looking at the women half at the ground his arms rested by his side, cutlass in right hand. It dripped slightly, something blue and it fell to the ground slowly. Surely it would have gotten in the blood stream of the women before him. Now was time for a bluff or to finish her off.

Midori looked up directly at the women. Ignoring the name that was ranting behind him he gave the answer. Midori the Fairy, Spirit of the Forest. he said thinking of how this was going to work now. Thought images formed in his mind and the picture of the dripping liquid from his blade showed. These images quickly transferred to the demon before him. He was showing her what he was thinking and would see exactly what he wanted her to see. The image of the blue liquid from the blade, and his predicted death imagine for her by it. His voice rang into her head. You only have a short while. Pretty much most of this was a lie but he wasn't going to tell her that. The only thing within his sword was a sugary drink that can somehow cause people to become drunk.

He held his cutlass out, tip pointed towards the women. I will cut you down. he said bluntly knowing that the thought of being poisoned wouldn't be enough to cause fear to this being. He quickly glanced at the Human behind him. If you are willing to help I can help you help me. Luhta kanta. he said as magic influenced the air and hit the Human. His strength would match that of a Lizarian's now. The fight may end quickly or in a long time from now, all depending on if this women showed what she had to offer.

(Tis fine Mazzer! Irina is assuming Hriky is a paladin and that Tithdaeron is a god, as well that all the other deities are just false-prophets :dazed: )

The blood flow from her hand had already staunched itself. It'd take quite a while, but her unnatural composition would right itself. Her situation hadn't improved, but they were moving defensively, possibly waiting for her to launch another offense and bleed her out slowly. That wouldn't gain anything, she probably wouldn't even be able to hew down the odd looking human before being eliminated. If they were content to wait for her though, she was content to bide a few moments of her time.

"And why does it matter what his name is? Are you going to hunt him down and kill him? Have you not killed eno-"

"It's never enough! Not until I find Mommy! And yes, I do intend to hunt down Midori and kill him for hurting me on this day. Pandoran children are not known for forgiving slights."

She took another breath, as if to say something else when an outside mental influence started exerting itself. she didn't really understand it though. How could a liquid kill her? It might make her wound a little less cleanly, but that's all she could get out of it. Was there really liquids that could kill people through touch? Mother hadn't said anything of the sort...

Irina giggled slightly at the implied threat. The higher frequency had a hint of desperation. as much as she disbelieved it, her under-lying instincts were warning her of this situation. That, and a tightening was happening where her heart was. Was this the clear liquid? Paladin Midori hadn't implied anything as such. And it wasn't painful, but more like a tight hug, reassuring and warm in its embrace. smothering the doubt she was feeling.

I promise you paladin, I won't be felled here. Not today.

"Who is Lord Tithdaeron? I could educate your heathen ears if you would allow me, but I'm not certain you're willing to accept that virtually everyone is following a group of false-prophets. The only deity is Tithdaeron, the All-Father."

She didn't intend to say much more, only leaking out her beliefs to stave them fof for a bit longer. with each moment, each cautious step backwards, the tightening in her chest grew stronger, steeling her resolve more. She was keeping her wits abotu her though, she was making certain not to fall for Midori's normal tactic. He seemed to be preparing for something though, what it was she wasn't certain. Maintaining a distance of roughly twenty feet, she kept edging away down the road.

She is... insane. Alaster thought as he listened to her mad ramblings. His eyes never left her and with each passing second he clenched his dagger a bit tighter, ready to spring into action. The man's voice only further resolved Alaster... but he could not bring himself to do it. Whatever she was, she still looked like a woman and to attack one straight out was beyond him. He stood up on his feet. "I know not what crimes you have committed this day, but I would suggest you leave now. You are outnumbered and wounded, you would do well to run." Alaster suggested to the woman, as diplomatically as he could. He was in no mood to fight this day, especially after so much blood had been spilled.

Fairly sure that there would be no more fighting, but still not trusting enough to let his guard down, Alaster let his eyes leave the woman and glance over at the other that stood near him. This man too, was far from the ordinary. His hair was green and if Alaster looked hard enough, he could also make out his green eyes. Alaster assumed he was human, or at least an unnatural byproduct of one. But regardless, this one seemed far less threatening than the bloodied woman before him. Her cut off hand seemed to not even phase her.

Alaster sighed. How did he even get himself into this position? It had been no more than a week since he had left his home in Lómëdor, and in no less then ten minutes had he tripped over an eviscerated body, run blindly into a burning and ruined caravan, had his life threatened by a demon girl and had his life saved by a green haired, green eyed guy wearing no shoes. I really hope this whole adventuring business gets better, if it turns out to be like this always, I'm going to have to go back to street performing. Alaster cringed at the thought. Although, street performing is always better than throwing yourself into the shambles, located in the middle of Curin-knows-where. He shook his head, his mind was wandering when it should not be. His eyes glanced over at the green haired man again. "I think we should let her go... I mean, unless you want to kill her, by all means, go ahead. He whispered at the man, not really caring of the woman heard him or not. If anything, Alaster hoped it would tempt her to run.

Midori stood his ground as the women seemed to retreat. He didn't listen to her threats or ranting about the deities. The only Deity he followed had been killed recently. He looked at the man behind him at his last words. He wasn't going to let her go. She caused unneeded blood shed in his forest, but he was going to get rid of it. She was just going to go back to killing more people. He would ether kill her here or dismember her other arm first. He showed no expression on his face to the man. She will die, he said in a firm and serious voice. If she wants to kill innocent people she can do it in the after life. he muttered with malice in his voice. He had multiple ideas for how to get rid of this destruction in one being.

He began to advance more quickly then the Pandorian was retreating. He broke into a small run before he teleported. He vanished from sight and re entered reality the same moment behind the women and a sword swinging to cut her other arm off. He was going to use the last of his Lizarian strength to cut through the arm and if she didn't move he would also cut through her body. He wasn't going to use his spell again but he was ready with some others if he needed them. He would end this life to save others. People like here didn't deserve to live in his eyes. If they were people that only lived this life to kill others they were wasting their own living and shunning themselves from the best of life. But everyone saw people different, this was just how he saw the person before him. Die. he said ready to strike the women died there and then.

Dark eyes watched from the forest. She knelt, body suspended by crooked legs, Ayn in one hand and her shadow dagger in the other. This fight was interesting. She flicked her eyes back and forth, awaiting her own gut feeling as to what to do in this situation. Aksinya was effectively hidden, for she needed no cover to hide, yet she was hidden in a bush all the same. Her knives were charcoal covered as to avoid their sheen. Her bare hands gripped the blades tightly, for they nearly leapt out of her hands with an imagined thirst for blood. She restrained herself, knowing that she couldn't reveal herself until it was proper. Aksinya was of the Shadovar Concordance, her strikes couldn't be lightly considered, for none who stood here had a death warrant that needed to be enforced.

The man had employed the move an assassin would, yet, there was no art, no true strike. She licked her lips, and relished in the feel of her tongue sliding across pointed teeth. Then the girl mentioned Tithdaeron. This perked her interest, and Aksinya decided she needed to live. She stood, drew Ayn and the Shadowblade to her hips, and passed in obscurity.

The one in Liradan armor began to swing as Aksinya appeared within the shadow of the Pandorian shadow. Ayn slashed out, parrying Midori's swing and taking it safely over their heads. The force of the blow and its redirection no doubt left him stunned, as the shadow dagger hurtled towards his upper torso. Ayn was already being brought back around, to no doubt take a chunk out of his shoulder. As soon as her blades finished their swing, she withdrew both, and flipped Ayn so that it was being wielded back handed.

"Girl, I hope I'm not wasting my time saving you." Aksinya shouted.

the human spoke wisdom, and if she'd been thinking a bit farther ahead Irina would've more than likely have taken it and ran off. The human didn't seem to belligerent or willing to fight, but she didn't have the strength, or full set of limbs, to neutralize the Paladin. Maybe in another month or more things would be different, but not now. Not yet. And the more Irina waited, the more that sensation faded away, causing her steps to come a bit faster and longer.

"I'm not going to the after life, not yet! there are many great works for his children to complete!"

Her voice started shaking as he charged. This was the assault she'd been waiting for. Slowing her retreat, this gave her a stable footing to attempt to dodge. And as expected, a new shadow flickered into existence behind her. Something quite unexpected occurred however. Before she was even able to roll away from the attack, the clanging of metal on metal rang out and a female's voice spoke.

"Girl, I hope I'm not wasting my time saving you."

Apparently another being capable of redirecting the area of their existence had showed up. Irina didn't know her, but she was helping her against the paladin. Why was a bit beyond her knowledge, maybe she was hunting Midori? At this point her reflexes, which paled compared to the relocation-combat going on just a few inches behind her, took over and she was rolling away before springing to her feet.

"Lord Tithdaeron bless you. I will make certain you won't regret this!"

This was a blessing from the higher power! Tithdaeron had clearly sent this darkw arrior to keep her alive. Her destiny-thread was not this short, but she was more than willing to cut the human's thread before it was due. She felt she could win this fight, arrogance at having a divine comrade inspiring her on. She hadn't taken in the factor, what if this human had abilities just like this Paladin?

The thoughts were there for but a moment before snatched away by the pain of hunger. Her metabolic rate was in overdrive, trying to repair the damage. If she didn't feed within the day, things would get fairly ugly and painful for her. Motivated now, not only by faith and pride, but the simple desire for food, Irina drew her large sword out with her right hand and came at a charge towards the human. Her mouth was contorted into a wide-mouthed grin, a thin strand of drool trailing behind her as the blade took a wide arc towards his mid-section. A clumsy blow, but she wasn't expecting much.

And yet another woman appeared before the green haired man, parrying the attack sent at the demon girl, and then answering back with a few vicious blows of her own. Alaster looked away, not wishing to see what became of his friend, but instead focused on the demon. Where in the hell is everyone coming from? Alaster cursed. He watched to his dismay as the rauko charged at him. "This is what I get for trying help-" He started to say, but was cut short when he realized that she was already swinging the large two-handed sword at him. Thinking quickly, he fell forward onto his shins while bending at the knees, and dropping down onto the back of his legs. He watched the blade glide inches above his face. After the blade passed over he rolled onto his stomach and pushed off of the ground, springing onto his feet, stumbling for a moment from the dizzying maneuvers.

A sigh escaped Alaster as he rose his fists, a dagger grasped in his right hand. He held the blade pointing outwards toward the ground. Usually he would have held the blade pointed at the girl, but he doubted that would help him parry a sword as well, plus he did not actually want to use it on the demon, still cringing at the thought of having to stab her. His eyes met her hungry gaze, and Alaster felt his stomach drop. No! You can do this. You have to do this. He assured himself. This was life and death.

Alaster looked around for something that might give him the edge, maybe a sword or shield lying on the ground, but the area was veiled by the always-enshrouding mist. And then it hit him. What the hell am I doing? Time to run! He thought, almost laughing at his stupidity. He was in vast expanse of misty woods, escaping a wounded and bleeding opponent would be no problem. If the other decided to follow... Well... He would have to burn that bridge when he got to it. With one last passing glance and wink at the demon, Alaster took off, not really caring for his companion. He could have let her run... Alaster justified, still sprinting. Looking back was not even an option at this point, he ran as hard and fast as he could in the opposite direction he came. And if a werewolf came, he would be overjoyed to have it as company over those people.

Metal clanged, even with his might the place of his blade had changed. His momentum with used against him. A women stood in front of him bringing her daggers at him. It was too late to do anything, not even mutter a spell to defend himself. One went into his chest and the other took a hard hit to his shoulder. Had he been hit in any vital spots? He hoped not as the blades withdrew. He quickly let the magic escape from his body. He had to make a decision to fight here or leave. He had changed back to his original form, now two inches tall again and weighing under a pound or so. He moved away from the women and held his free hand on his chest wound. He would leave and finish this later.

Midori had hurt the demon women enough to put her out of fighting at full force. He quickly teleported back into the trees and hide amount the canopy. He flew through the branches and found Alana. He got on the Eagle's head and it flew away leaving the area. He could keep an eye on them but for now there was nothing he could do. He watched the trees below them as the Eagle flew on.

He couldn't see the people through the trees and then he wouldn't be able to see anyways because of the mist. He normally would have stand and fought but now he had other plans. Just wasn't sure what they were. He whispered the Elven words and magic flowed out of his hand and into the first wound. It wouldn't fully heal from this but maybe stop it from bleeding everywhere. He did the same for his shoulder, it wouldn't fully heal but stop making a mess all over him with the red liquid. He just hoped that someone killed the demon women and her defender.

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OOC: Normally I would stay and fight but I havn't been in the mood to make posts recently so I will leave the topic and not hold it up.