Venorik leaped from one tree branch to the next, avoiding all of the twigs, and other branches with great ease. This place is where Venorik had spent most of his time for the past years. This is where he perfected his fighting, stealth, and teleportation skills. When the assassin moved, it was nearly a blur, though he could easily be seen at daytime. But the endless shadows that lurked in the swamp gave Venorik the advantage, that is, if he were hunting something. Venorik Streea hasn't had to kill for many a year now, and it was about time he had left this swamp, and prepare for the next war. He had waited centuries for this to happen, to destroy those of good nature, and kill all else who oppose him.
Venorik took out his kuzarigama, as he landed on a large tree branch. He looked in front of him and stared deeply at the tree. He closed his eyes, leaped across, in a blur of darkness, he landed on a branch behind the tree he had jumped past. Seconds later the top part of the tree fell over. It's trunk had been cut through in one clean slice of Venorik's kuzarigama.
"It is time..." He said as he continued his path of jumping on, and dodging branches through the Swamp of Shadows.

Kleric stuck out a foot, sending Venorik flying from the trees. Kleric laughed and spoke, Don't be so cocky... And watch out for unsuspected feet.... He laughed harder and jumped from the trees to help Venorik to his feet...

Pheonix stopped in mid-flap [in sparrow shape] and landed on a nearby branch. She thought she had heard a voice. She opened her mouth to ask, but a chirp came out. She shook her bird-like head and flapped over, closer to the voice.

She landed again on a branch and let out a few more inquisitive chirps. She fluffed her feathers and flapped her wings until they settled comfortably.