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"Please keep him here... I need him and he needs to rest." Contay asked of Dameon before disappearing into the wood again. "Back to the mountains..." She sighed softly as she walked quickly beside Justice. "I am sorry to drag you along with me."

Dameon took Sairi and walked over closer to Sirence. He gave a moments thought to sitting on a nearby rock but realized that he wasn't quite calm enough to do so. As far as his energy could tell him Trent was much closer to the danger than they, but that didn't really help Dameon's defensiveness all that much. He kept his eyes on Trent and his senses everywhere else.

Justice shrugged. "It's fine, it was probably best that conversation with Dameon didn't continue." She said, remembering what she had been saying before Contay had joined the conversation.

"Kitty indeed..."

Trent was surprised by the 's appearance. She had to be quite talented in concealing herself, because when Trent finally realized that she was there, she was mere feet from him. He looked her up and down, studying her, trying to discern what kind of fighter she might be, but only one thing came to mind...

"Into torture?" he smiled mockingly at her

With a snap of his finger, the stick that she had thrown at him burst into flames, turning to dust before it was even halfway to Trent. He smiled slyly at her... until he saw the Dark Star.

"Aw... no hand to hand combat? Fine then."

Trent raised his hands above his head, and a swirl of red energy formed, collapsing in towards his hands. When it had all gathered there was a puff of smoke, and Trent's "Kobukah" (Bo staff) lay resting in his hands.

For a moment there was a decision being made in the commander's mind; would she flee or demolish? Carrilel made a face that looked mildly like a snarl and she tilted the skull down over her face. Suddenly a glint of light fell from her shoulders and her power became noticeable, she was one of few taught how to truely mask her energy but the shield was not necessary now that she had been found. Carrilel crouched on the tree branch, wrapping tendrils of earthy energy down from her feet and around the branch, stablizing her there. Her eyes were shadowed within the creature's skull but locked on the young Trent, waiting for his or his companion's move.

Tiki, on the ground, rooted himself to the earth, then bull-rushed the tree's trunk with his shoulder. The whole tree shuddered, and several limbs cracked and fell.

Tiki skidded back on his feet, barely managing to keep his balance from the backlash.

Tiki reacted by swinging the heavy shoulder bag at the assassin in a wide arc, but he was still recovering his footing and the counter came too slowly. Still, he was well rooted, and there was a split second as the kick made contact where it seemed like he wasn't going to budge-- that the kick would bounce off or his collarbone would snap or both-- but instead he crumpled, absorbing most of the impact by moving with it. He fell sideways, sliding, and scrambled back to his feet.

Carrilel used the foot she had kicked at Tiki's shoulder to put up a block for the swinging bag of rocks. She stomped on the bag, forcing it to the ground as it rolled away with its owner. Carrilel barely had time to let out a soft hissing noise, before it the sound of a tree rapidly breaking forced her attention from Tiki. Carrilel was far enough away for the main attack to miss entirely however broken branches and splinters were flying everywhere and she had to turn her face downward so nothing would enter through the eye holes of the skull.