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As Kasai soaked up The Defender's message, she gazed up from her corner, a grin spreading on her face. Her sarcastic nature was made clear as she sighed exaggeratedly before looking back up at the Defender."Oh come now, no need to beg. I was quite nicely settled here before now, but, since you are looking for some of Martyr's strongest fliers, then I suppose I really must be of service." She slowly brought herself to her feet, stretching her wings and watching with satisfaction as the purple and blue flames ignited and flickered strongly within her peripheral vision. Despite her sarcasm, her interest was truly piqued by her wonderfully despicable goddess's disappearance. As fickle as she could be, she desired to be a part of the force to find the Martyr. Her dedication to the Martyr and the cause was clear. She would do whatever she could to be a part of the efforts.

(She had no intention of offending The Defender, just her usual nature. :3 And if this isn't formatted correctly, or not what you are looking for, please let me know! Thanks!)

Beomia flies up, landing in front of Defender and Sharmila and inclines her head slightly. "I shall help in the search for our Lady. As shall my father." She inclines her head to the Pockettu walking determinedly up behind her.

Ryubix walks up behind Beomia, his jaw set in determination. His Lady had been beaten and shot off to who knew where and he hadn't been there to help her because he'd stayed behind to help guard her shrine after making the visor she had first worn. He was certainly not one of the fastest, but he was a determinator. Never giving up once he sets his mind to something, and right now, that was to making sure his Lady was found and returned home safe and sound. He was more than ready to fight should it come down to it, a pair of knives strapped to his waist. He also had a bag of more medical supplies, even though he was not experienced in such things. He also inclines his head slightly to Defender and Sharmila, then utters perhaps the first and so far only words any has ever heard him speak, voice hoarse from years of disuse. "I shall help find our Lady." Then he fell silent once more.

Yanamari of course answered the call, her hooves pounding into the ground as she arrived to Defender. "Let us waste no time," she states, wanting to get going to find their Goddess.

Medeia arrived soon after, along with her daughter Iskierka and grandson Pallas. "My familly and I will aid you, of course, to bring her home."

Katcheres sauntered into the gathering called by Defender. He looked merely thoughtful, like his mind was elsewhere as he flexed his wings to ready himself for the trip.

((Please bear with me, I'm kind of winging it on how to go about this whole thing.))

Defender felt a sense of relief as the numbers for this expedition grew quickly. He was very glad some of his own troops were there to help. Doing a quick head count Defender nodded softly; this would do for now. Too many would attract unwanted attention, but too little wouldn't have been enough to bring Martyr back safely.

"Alright. We'll head out now. I won't thank anyone until we've got Martyr home safe." He turns on the heels of his feet and starts off, leading at a brisk pace. "Save your flight strength for our return home."

Sharmila kept pace behind her father, grinning ear to ear at her direct family members. It was nice to have close family nearby and ready to help. Though since she'd never met her grandmother before, she was instantly curious about the woman.

It took the troop some time before they started seeing any signs of something large crashing through the trees and shrubs from the sky. Defender signaled everyone to keep a sharp eye as the sun was setting now and the dark was creeping up. Ever since his losing fight with the God of Darkness, he was more aware and cautious of the shadows. He crouched down low to inspect a trampled area covered in dried blood, seeking any signs as to where his Goddess was.

Sharmila was nervous now, and she showed this by withdrawing a short dagger and keeping another hand on her bags, eyes shifting about as she watched her fathers back while he inspected something.

Vex snickered to herself a bit, almost giggling, in her hissing like fashion. Was now the time to laugh? Oh, not at all. Yet she was overjoyed at the fact they had found some trace which hopefully would put them in the right direction. Before anyone knew it the hissing giggles faded away as Vex headed on ahead of the rest of the group. Her eyes gleaming with delight that she could eventually finally see her mother.

Icarus naturally shirked away from the torches. He loathed fire with a passion. Instead he moved closer to Defender and Sharmila, eyeing the blood that was spotted. "It's old blood. Judging by the trail... whatever left it went that way." He gestured with a tilt of the head.

Yanamari grinned at the sight and smell of blood, and declined a torch, she would use her nose, as she started to move in the direction of the obvious crash.

Medeia and her troop took the torches offered and investigated the immediate area, noting the signs around that something came crashing through -- something injured.

Katcheres took a torch too, glancing to his sister in a curious way, not bothered by her laughing but wondering at the reasoning. He never knew what her view on mother was, if she appreciated the suffering life or not. Perhaps he'd find out. For now he idled while the rest looked at the path, watching their surroundings.