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The loop of Tiki's bag almost choked him as he regained his feet, and he was forced to slip out of it. Within moments his hair was full of dust and splinters, but the moment his attackers' eyes left him, he reared back his hand and let loose the rock he had begun holding earlier, which spun in a flat arc for the bridge of the skull's snout.

Dameon put his free hand on Sirences shoulder and pushed downward lightly. "Calm down, she's fine, she went with one of the best fighters I've met other than you and me, you might remember Justice. She had to go get something. They'll be back" Dameon had heard the crash, and other than checking that it hadn't woken Sairiel, he'd all but ignored it. As soon as Carilel's mask went down he knew from afar who Trent was fighting, he had concidered yelling something to her, but he decided to let Trent have his fun.

Carrilel snapped her fingers twice, in time, and smirked, though it was hidden behind her mask. The rock caused her more pain then she had anticipated, she looked in Tiki's direction. She turned to face him casually as her star flew into view. Carrilel winked at Tiki, caught the star and with the momentum spun around to slice Trent as he reached her.

Carilel would have cut Trent's face wide open if he had been any farther away. He was so close that the star caught him on the shoulder and pulled him along her arms pathway. The girl's momentum sent Trent flying towards Tiki.

"Tiki! Duc... Good!"

Trent whizzed over Tiki's head, missing him by mere inches, crash landing into the base of a tree.

Trent righted himself, sitting amongst the roots of the tree. He rubbed his head where he had slammed into the tree.

"Ow... b***h."

Trent began to stand as the Dark Star rushed over his head, dissecting the tree behind him. He promptly dropped to his hind end again.

"I'm really begining to not like this weapon choice of hers."

Trent stood and pulled his staff out of the ground. It had wedged itself there when he had hit the tree.

Tiki ducked, recalling a previous incident where he had attempted to catch Trent and how well it had worked out for their opposition. He started to stand again as the star flew at him, but some primal instinct forced him to bend backwards like a limbo player as it rushed over his body. One of the edges caught the strap of his satchel, snapping it. The stones spilled out underneath him.

He heard Candle say something, but wasn't in the frame of mind to comprehend it.

Taking advantage of the moment the assassin was weaponless, Tiki leapt horizontally at her, hoping to knock her to the ground with his airborne bodyweight so he could tear out her throat with his teeth.

((If he is successful, he will realize that her throat is protected by the skull... just a little too late.))

Tiki writhed violently, kicking out and clawing as his opponent strangled him. His eyes dilated wildly, and in his thrashing he must have jarred his head against the ground a number of times.

There was a hissing noise that seemed not to be coming from anywhere in particular and the faded bruises-- the fang shaped bruises-- began to bleed. Anyone sensitive to such things would make out the figure of an enormous wolf standing over his prone body with its jaws inches from his throat, maliciously waiting.