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Rayet Sulina

Gliding on the gentle wind, Rayet was alerted by the sharp cry of wolves down on the ground. He looked closer focusing in on where the sounds came from to see a town in ruins, and fighting taking place. He decided to investigate, diving low to the tops of the trees, and dropped lightly on a branch. He hid what identified him, and pulled the hood of his sky blue over his head, and drew it closer. Jumping from branch to branch to the edge of the trees. The sharp warcry of a woman drew his attention, he he focused in her direction and drew his bow as she downed the first one. Only to see wolf take out the next. He saw one stalking slowly around a corner behind her and landed a nice shot through the neck impaling it on the building as it yelped in surprise. He saw it was trying to break free, so he dropped to the ground. Calling a gentle breeze to slow his fall he ran as fast as he could drawing two wicked hooks and managed to get there just as it wrenched itself free of the arrow. He brought his hook down and cracked it's skull with a resounding crunch.
He closed his eyes and hunched down a little pulling in his cloak so as to cover his whole body. Concealing everything except for his hands, and letting only the reflection of light from his eyes show and listened for any attackers coming his way.
 
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Seeing the large group of catmen descending upon Myst, Andre launched himself into the foul horde, his sword raining deadly blows on all around him. She has done much to help those around here, including himself, it wouldn't do if she were to die now.
Quickly wiping the blood off the grip of his sword, before jumping on the back of a running catmen, forcing it to the ground, before running the point of his sword through its head.
 
Rayet

Hearing cries of pain and the sounds of battle from behind and the loud footsteps of a warrior nearby, Rayet turns around, to see a crazed young man charge into a group of the cats. He watches with amusement for a moment dropping his hooks he draws his bow with nocks an arrow to kill another of the panicked cats.
 
Just dodged one of the catmens flying swords and pierced the creature with his sword. Then he made a full twist and hacked off another's head. "Blast! Where are they all comming from?! Its almost as if...."

Then he noticed it. At first he thought the hills looked black because the moon was away from them. But now it was obvious. "Like a whole clan is attacking us..."
 
Silvia's hands shook slightly as she cleaned the wound of yet another of her patients. The sounds of the battle going on beyond the walls bulding were getting louder and she feared for the lives of the band of warriors that fought to keep the villagers safe. The people inside were beginning to grow more uneasy, and the young woman was having a hard time keeping them from panicking.

With a sigh the small blonde treated the small cut she had been tending to and moved to see if there were any more patients. The work of healing all the villagers, albiet with the others' help, had tired her and the muscles in her body burned.

There was a loud thump against the doors. It appeared as if the catmen had discovered their makeshift infirmary.

Silvia's heart raced, as she drew the dagger from her pocket. She moved to stand near the doors, ready to defend the villagers if it was the last thing she did.
 
Rayet Sulina

Still paying attention to sounds, he heard a thumping on a door, Rayet turned to see knocking on the building. He burst towards the door, dropping the bow and kicking his hooks into his hands almost dropping them, called the wind to aid him. He leapt into the cat, feeling fear at the sight of its form being so close. His hooks sunk deep into the side and shoulder of the creature, as it swiped at him. He moved his head only to be hit lower on his body, he felt the claws rip through his flesh. He immediately twirled and swept his hooks around catching the creature on the other side of its body and head. He called some more wind to push his cloak back in place as he turned around to hold his new position in front of the door, he saw more of them.
 
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"Haaa!" Justing ripped through another set of catmen, ignoring the exhaustion effecting his body. More and more were comming, and they wouldn't stop until they won, or they all died. They were comming in mass numbers and starting to break through the defences.

Justin didn't notice one sneeking up behind up until it dug his claws into his shoulders and drag down, cutting him deeply in several spots. He gave out a screem of pain before he swung around and chopped the cat's head off, then hacked down a few more. "This has to end now!"

Justing knelt to the ground and picked up a hand full of dirt. He began chanting in what seemed to be an acient mage lanuage. One catman stood over him and rose his weapon prepairing for a kill. Justin, glad that the mindless creature took the bait, lifted his free hand and punctured into it's stomache, destroyting many of of its vital organs, and its blood poring on the dirt in Justin's hand.

"I hopes this works..." Justin looked at the slaver-covered hill, he relised it was either using this spell, or a lot of lives were going to be lost. "Everybody, brace yourselfs!" Justin slammed his fist into the ground, shoving the dirt back into the ground. The ground began to rumble very lightly, then it became somewhat violent.

The shaking quickly calmed as bumps began to form on the ground, then they ripped out and hovered inthe air. They were sharp at the end and had little rose-like thorns all over them, and they were aiming themselfs at as many catmen as they could.

Then they dropped.

As if it was raining, the rock spikes poured and stabbed into the catmen as if they were homming missles. Screams could be heard through out the land as many of the beast were killed. When the rain stopped, only a few in the city survived the massacre.
 
Myst

Picking herself up off the ground Myst turns to get a look as to who was where.... Spotting Justin picking up the dirt speaking in an arcane tongue, Myst knew she had only one chance to help.
Ignoring her minds fatigue and the heaviness of her body.

She raises her voice to join that of the rumbling of the ground. Singing pure and sweet to her Lord and Lady praising them... telling of their greatness. Myst lifts her arms skyward reaching on her tiptoes towards the heavens. Before lowering her hands to the people around her. Watching as glowing lights appear around the unprotected bodies of her companions.
Watching as Justin's spell takes effect before falling to the ground unconscious. Her last thought was * I hope all friends were protected.* As darkness claims her, taking her into a deep rejuvenating sleep.
 
Looking down at herself as her body started to glow Tasha new it was more magic...feeling the rain hitting her body, and watching the catmen start to fall to the ground Dead at their feet Tasha begain searching around her.

Her companion's, and the wolves were safe as well as the people inside, but Myst was laying on the ground, unconscious.

Running over to her, and scooping her up in her arm's the best she was able Tasha quickly ran for the door's of the make shift infermery.. Knocking, and calling out to those inside that she needed aid...
 
Justin pulled himself to his feet, his body shaking due to using up so much energy in one spell. The second he got up, he lost his balance and fell on his rump. "Sh- shit..." He ignored his exhaustion and stood up, there was still a small number of catmen left. One nearby ran torwards him, and took a swing. Justin ducked the attack, and thrusted up, stabbing his sword into the catman's throat.

Justin almost lost his balance again as another moved in from behind and wraped its arms around Justin's shoulders, making it almost impossible for him to move and counter. Then it opened its mouth and sunk it into his neck before lifting him off the ground a few inches.

Justin didn't move a muscle, he couldn't. Because if he did, and the Slave yanked his head back just enough, and in his weakend state it would be all over for him.
 
Silvia picked herself up from the floor running to the door as she heard Tasha claling out for aid. Somehow the attack on the infirmary had been headed off, and powerful magic seemed to have been worked. The blonde's only hope was that there were no more injuries and that the catmen had been defeated. Praying silently that there were no catmen lurking outside the doors, Silvia threw them open. She gasped slightly as she saw Myst's form, limp and unconcious in Tasha's arms.

"Quick, come in!"

The petite blonde helped Tasha support Myst's body and led them to a rough palet of scrounged blankets.

"What happened?"
 
I know not what happend i've not much knowledge of the magic's, but if i am guessing correctly i'd say she's done too much.....Take care of her i must return to help the other's.

With a look of great concern upon her face. Tasha spun around hurrying back out to help the other's. Praying that this battle would end soon, and that she may find her brother, as well.
 
Time lost all meaning, and the world around was darkness, as Andre's sword slashed all around him. Magic thundered in his head, as Catmen fell dead and dying all around. The woman Myst fell in a heap, but was quickly dragged to safety by others, sharp rock like rain pelted catmen all around.

One of the few remaining catmen had the red headed man in a death grip. It's fangs were sunk into his neck as it raised him off the ground. The short distance was covered in three long strides, with a scream that could make a mans blood freeze, Andres sword swung upward, completely seperating the catmens head from his body. Justins body fell limply to the ground, the impact causing the catmens head to roll away from his inert body.

Carefully wiping and sheathing his sword, he quickly cradled the man into his arms, and carried him into the nearby building.

"This one needs help, quickly, he may bleed to death."
 
Meeting Andre at the door... Tasha quickly helped him get the red hair'd warrior to one of the bed's.

Grabbing a sheet she ripped it down the middle, and pressed it to his wound to stop as much of the blood flow as she could before he bleed to death, and awaited Silvia's arrivle.

Looking to Andre she said..There is an oger outside he is a friend.... please if you can see if he need's any aid.
 
Rayet felt the twinge of magic in the air, it filled him with joy, as it beat over him and he was engulfed in it, then he realized that it was coming back down in the form of falling rocks, panicking he burst inside the building and felt claustrophobic, ran out again shaking really nervously he put his weapons back, as he realized that those cat things died and saw the last of the fights and he realized there were wounded in the building.

He decided to go inside, and offer his services as a cleric. He turned around to see people carrying a red haired warrior inside he followed in and saw her trying to stop the wound primatively.

He stepped over kneeled, taking the hood off to show his pointed ears and flowing hair. Looked at the woman, and nodded to the warriors wound in a query.
 
Tasha moved aside for this new comer... At first she did not know wether to trust him, or not until he pulled back his cloak, and she saw his pointed ear's. Giving a sigh of releaif She awaited his instruction's.
 
Silvia made the mysterious woman Myst as comfortable as she could, racking her memory for what her mother had taught her about magic users. Unfortunately, her memory kept coming up short. The small blonde frowned and bit her lower lip as she tucked the blankets gently around the woman.

Silvia turned at the sound of the warrior Andre's voice, he carried in his arms the red haired warrior. She glanced back down at Myst, making sure the woman would be alright for the moment, and got to her feet the skin on her arms and legs not pulling as tightly as before. Still she oculd not move as fast as she would've liked and by the time Silvia made it across the room to the wounded warrior a newcomer and Tasha hovered over him.
 
Justin sway lightly as the Slaver continued to hold him up off the ground, continued to slowly aplly pressure on his neck, taunting for him to make a move so he could rip his head off from his shoulders.

Justin involuntarily twitched, and the Slaver took it as a symbol to finish him off with one fatal bite. It released the pressure on Justin's neck, then, as fast as it released it, that was how fast it started to aplie more pressure on Justin.

Every thing basicly became a blurr after that. Justin did notice the Slaver's bite suddenly release, and he did notice somebody picked him up and carried him somewhere, but other than that, he had no idea to what was going on. All he could see were a crowd of shadows hovering over him, at the moment his best guess was that the Slaver carried him to a group of Slavers as if he was food.
 
Rayet looked up at the woman, showing her his mismatched green and blue eyes. (Feathers stuck in the ears and white long and flowing hair of this elf is streaked with brown, green, and blue with feathers tied in at seemingly random intervals) He drew out a small knife, it was transparent and somewhat milky in color and he cut the bandage. He closed his eyes, and looked up, placing his hands on the wound and wincing as his right arm moved. He chanted, "aerdrie faenya . . . angaradhh . . . elistraee . . . n'tellquessir fallana"

He felt the power rush through him as it mended the warrior's skin and healed his wounds.
 
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Justin's breathing quickened its pace a bit. He had abosolutely no idea what was going on, all he could hear was mumbling, and all his faded yellow eyes could say was blurry shadows.

Then it all started to clear up, he could feel his body recovering. But what made his stomache sink was that somebody was holding their hand on his neck, chanting in some ancient language.

Justin's hand snapped up and grabbed the person's hand, while his eyes turned back to its normal sharp yellow color, and shifted to give the person a warningful glare. "Don't...... Do that..."
 
Rayet

Rayet jolted back to reality as the warrior got up, Rayet opened his mismatched eyes to see this warrior who was glaring at him. Rayet squawked in dismay, and jumped back away from the now fully healed warrior, wincing as he felt bone pierce skin near his right shoulder, from his sudden movement. The sudden movement bringing his decorated hair out for everyone to see. Feathers tucked behind his ears, and his hair long flowing decorated with streaks of blue, green, and brown; with random feathers scattered accross all of it.

Rayet realized that his hands were coated with the warriors blood, and Rayet also noted that he dropped his knife as he retreated.

He set in a wider stance and placed brought his left hand up, with two fingers touching his forehead ready to defend himself.
 
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Silvia watched the white haired elf heal the wounded red haired man with admiration. The ripple of magic through the air made her skin tingle and sent a shiver down her spine. Her wide blue eyes were almost unblinking as she studied the sight. The petite blonde had never seen healing magic worked so close, the woman Myst had already healed the girl child before Silvia had gotten a chance to look on.

A gasp caught in her throat as she watched the exchange, at this delicate stage the warrior could do serious damage to himself as well as the elf. Silvia immediately stepped inbetween the two without thinking of the consequences, only the safety of her patients on her mind.

She placed a small hand gently in the middle of the red haired warrior's chest, softly pushing him back towards the ground. Her wide innocent eyes gazed stubbornly into his sharp yellow ones. Her small body clad in a faded, blood stained, and singed dress was protectively positioned in front of the elf.

"Please, sir, lie back. You'll hurt yourself."

Silvia glanced briefly back at the elf.

"I'm certain that he means you no harm."
 
Rayet gives them a look of dismay, this being the first time he's ever adventured so far from home. He winces again as the pain in his shoulder, and looks sadly at the warrior.

He kneels down where he's standing and closes his eyes facing up again he places the back of his hand against his mouth, while tracing a pattern on the ground with his right, and says "aerdie faenya . . . ona amin i'val rangwe n'tellquessir"

He felt the power of his goddess rush into him, he stood again, and said "I'm sorry, I do not know your language or your customs." He turned to the red head, "You I have healed your wounds you can do whatever you wish," He turned to the young lady who moved between him and the warrior, "You, I am not untrained for combat as you may think, though I am fragile as," he grunts in pain as he moves his right arm again "my bones are hollow, what other n'tellquessirs need help?" He said in a melodic voice.
 
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Justin gently pushed Silva's hand away, he had no intensions on hurting anybodie. But the second he noticed somebody was healing him, he panicked. "I'm fine, thank you. Just... Try to restrain from healing me... I'm not too fond of the feeling."

Justin sat up completely and moved his head around a bit, letting a few muscles pop and bones to shift back into place. His eyes set on the elven person before them. He felt somewhat a twing of guilt noticing the spell he used probaly ment he would have to inflict a wound with the same amount of pain on his body to heal him. That was another he hated people healing him, the possiblity that they would hurt themselfs.
 
"I am a cleric, warrior, healing is only part of the path I walk in life. You are healed, the power of Feanya holds sway with your body now." He nodded to the warrior, and looked earnestly at the young lady.
 
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