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//Behebuncle has a storyline so if you'll hurry up and continue you might find it out soon. xp

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Unfortunately Sarabi had been foolish and seemed have forgotten about the people within the ariship. The moment she was sighted above the forest the large eye within the centre of the ship flashed open and the pillar of light shot down into the forest that was promptly set alight, forcing a large circular wall of fire to protect the mages from the evident intruders.

"I should have known a set of meddling brats would come!" His one of the first as a rising chanted could be heard and one of the first mages tore back into the air and was swallowed up by the eye of the airship.

"She will be furious!" Agreed a second as he followed suit and sure enough, within seconds all four of the mages were gone and with that the flames began to spread through the forest itself in a furious act of revenge - how dare they disturb such matters of import...

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"Oh dear." The Onion Knight stated bluntly, staring up towards the eye in the sky with pursed lips, "Not good..." He added, feeling the need to emphasize the obvious as he swung round and like many of the other creatures - began to flee from the flames beginning to engulf the northern regions of the forest.

Firebreak, the man thought, seeing the efforts of the 'panda' type creatures. Good idea, but it wasn't going to work. There weren't enough of them, they couldnt' work fast enough to contain the entire blaze.

What are the odds, what is the chance? The man gazed around, looking at the green boughs, the underbrush, and the tree trunks. Everything seemed fairly wet to him. it wouldn't burn too easily, he hoped. His hand reached down, plucking a few blades of grass. He lifted them high, and let them drop, seeing how the wind was playing.

That was the direction the fire would go. And thus, the direction he wasn't going to go.

"Unless you have a fire brigade hidden in that little temple of yours, I suggest you come along with me. As I remember, your dead flesh doesn't exactly like dealing with fire, now does it?" he asked the zombie, as he started to walk off, more or less at a calm pace towards the direction the wind was coming from, angled away from the fire. There was a thin, cold smile on his face, though he didn't bother to look back to see if anyone was coming. Animals were running, they knew where to go for the most part, and if his 'companions' couldn't follow that example. Well, no skin off his nose.

-/ Bwaha! Too bad Sarabi is a water mage. XD Hm..this could be a good time to 'reveal' her 'true' self.. *thinks* I was hoping to do it later on in the plot, but now could work too...nah. I'll save it for later. =P -/

Sarabi sat silently in the trees hidden behind a particularly leafy branch. The sharp scent of smoke drifted by her nose. She quickly looked around the trunk of the tree towards where the mages were resting. She was greeting by a wall of flames. The blue gel around her hands was quickly thrown towards the fire creating a gaping hole in the fire. She looked through it before twisting and pulling the magic that was floating in the fire and jumprd through it. She took flight just in time to see the last of the trouble makers float up and into their air ship. "Damn it!" She thought of going after them, but now that she knew they were mages, and there was a group of them she thought the wiser. There was a bigger problem at hand. The forest below her was in a blaze, and needed to be taken care of. Sarabi hovered over the bulk of the flames. Her eyes seemed to glow a pale shade of blue and her head fell back. The same blue gelatinous magic over her hands also started dripping down her legs and covering the extra legs she posessed. After appearing to be drenched in the deep blue magic she fluttered her wings and began spinning. She fluttered faster and faster until she was nothing but a blur. The magic flew from her body, first falling like a soft rain, but the faster she spun the farther and heavier ir fell on the flames. The flames quickly died down to nothing but a warm smoulder. It still needed to be fully extinguished but Sarabi could do no more, she slowed down and quickly fell to the ground, her body and mind exhausted. She lay there on a soft bed of wet leaves from the the center of the unburnt area. Hopefully someone would find her there.

The man snorted, as he turned and followed after the zombie. They still had a 'deal' of sorts to conclude after all. There was a deep frown on his face, as he wandered 10 feet to the left of the zombie mistress, and just a few steps behind.

Mages. Bleh. Never trust them. So what if this one put out the fire. Probably just because they had something they wanted here, not for any 'good' purpose. The man was grumbling incoherently under his breath as he stalked through the forest, keeping his eyes open, especially on the 'dead' burnt material.

The frown deepened, remembering how a 'dead' fire had once came back to burn him. The coals inside were still hot, he was told. Didn't matter to him. He would stop a good distance before they entered the first of the charred and drenched forest.

((Bleh, I'm off lately... also, earlier in the guild, I didn't mean to insult anyone's character or play style. I was just voicing my opinion about the sorta play I like myself. Nothing more. sweatdrop ))

((I appologize ahead of time Mistress Khel for this bit of godmoding. I am doing it however, because you seem to be having trouble getting on lately. And this helps carry you along. If you don't want me to do this, well, feel free to ignore it. sweatdrop ))

About time someone started making some sense here. It took only a moment for the man to process what was going on, and what this strange, poofled out of nowhere creature was saying. However, the man himself was already moving, training and fear prodding him faster than his mind could reason.

"Sorry for the rough trip, but I don't think you'll get outta here fast enough..." the man told the zombie, his hand reached out, grasping around her waist. His legs braced themselves. His lance was returned to a harness on his back. There seemed a thin, simple joy coming to the man's smile. One deep breath was taken, and his feet pushed off the ground.

It wasn't 'logical', but it was happening. He jumped into the air, the zombie in his arm, carried along. He didnt' fall though, he kept going. His brought his hand up, and warded off some of the burning boughs as they crashed through. They kept going, like a rifle shot, up into the sky.

The man's grip was loose, relaxed, but holding on quite securly. His body twisted in the air, spinning spirals as his ascent slowed. Then it stopped. They were high. Very high. His body twisted again, head pointed towards the ground as they started to fall, the winds carrying them, his body slicing through the skies. They were going South, away from the blaze, towards a spot about 300 yards from where they had started.

The man was actually letting out a childish whoop of joy as he felt the wind slip past him, as he watched the boughs approach. Hs arm came up. They crashed through them again. He angled, pulling up. His body was curled into a ball, sheltering himself and the zombie as much as he could manage. It still looked like it was going to be a rough landing.

They hit hard, leaving a furrow int he forest soil as they impacted, and slid to a stop, bouncing four times along the way.

Then it was over, just a moment. The man uncurled and stood. He seemed nonetheworse for wear. A little dazed, but not too banged up. He looked back down at the zombie, and then at the flames behind them, "Better keep moving..."

((And somehow, i have the feeling I'll be interupted anyways to have my poor dragoon shot outta the sky... but I had to try.))

//*Points to the temple main hall* For those of you running towards it...

//Keep going, I'll round this sequence of events off so that it's tidy.