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"Big brotha Sowen? I'm fine. Fa is just really dizzy." fa uttered as she was phasing in and out on Soren's face."Sowen? Is Fa being a burden?" Fa asked as she held up her shaking hand which was a little burned from the overflowing energy of the dragonstone.

Rhys frowned. "She was? That's grim news. It's lucky we all escaped, then."

He wondered at that point if he ought to open the box. Did she grab these on the way out or something? Back at Fefga's, where Amelia gave evidence that these Heroes were indeed out to kill them (or at least himself and Renault)? It's just... when someone's tried and still trying to kill you, you want to look their gift horses in the mouth, in the eyes, just about everywhere on the thing.

"I... didn't order anything," Rhys said, a bit confused as to what it could be. He tried shaking the box a second, and whatever the item inside was, it didn't move... maybe it wasn't some kind of venomous snake or spider? He cautiously opened the lid...

"A... meat bun?"

He looked at it for a moment. That looked weird--some kind of meat patty wrapped up in a bun. Some kind of sandwich, or... something.

But, as hungry as he was, Victoria was here, and they were about to go after Evelyn to finish this.

"Well, breakfast can wait," he said, putting the box aside at the foot of a nearby (as of yet unburnt) tree. "Let's go find this girl and--"

He paused for a moment.

"Wait... Evelyn? As in Evelyn? THE Evelyn? She's mounted on a Gwyllgi, for Ashera's sake. I... when we charge, if she comes at us, we won't get much time to react. Even with Victoria and myself, all she has to do is just send her mount barrelling down at us and..."

He snapped his fingers in the universal symbol of "Poof".

"Not that I don't approve of finding her, but if she sees us first and..." he gulped... "the worst happens..."

Roy nodded at his Uncle's response, unable to check on him, for his hands were full as well. One morph knight, one morph soldier, and one morph fighter had him surrounded. He grit his teeth. How could he have let such slow movers surround him like that? Speed or not...their strikes were easily more powerful than a sword could do. And...blast! They all had Silver weapons.

The fighter would be the easiest to deal with, since the young lord had the weapon advantage. As long as he could concentrate the magic in his swords, he could deal with the knight's defenses. The soldier...there wasn't anything special about him really. Just your average foot soldier. As long as they didn't attack all at once, he would be fine. Of course...he didn't want to give either of the lance users his back, since that would be suicide.

Both lances were thrusted forth, and Roy dropped to the ground to avoid them. His cape was not so lucky, for it was impaled from both weapons and torn. At least it's the cape and not me... he thought to himself. He pushed off the ground and brought his sword up at the fighter that was just about to whack him with the axe, both going up a little in the air with the upward uppercut...slash...thing.

Fighter out of the way, he could see that his dear Uncle was injured and was on his own fighting a mercenary. Roy froze. Mother would not be happy.

"Uncle!" he called out, suddenly enraged that those damn morphs had hurt the bard. Wind began to form around the Wind Blade, and before either of the morphs could do anything, he swung the sword at the mercenary. "Air Thrust!"

The morph was torn to ribbons as the winds slashed and ripped his body. A satisfied look on his face, he turned back to face the morphs he was dealing with...

only to have one of them thrust their lance into his shoulder. The Wind Blade dropped from his grip, sticking to the ground, as his hand went up to the shaft of the lance, trying to pull it out. He muffled a cry of pain, not wanting to cause his Uncle to worry. Well, that just cost him his dominant arm.

"b*****d..." he grunted, flames building around the Sword of Seals that was somehow still being held on by his injured arm. "Explosion!"

With a flick of his wrist (it hurt to do such a simple move), the knight was engulfed in the fire. With that heavy armor, it would certainly be effective. Served him right. He then pulled the lance out of his shoulder with a bit of a strain, tossing it to the ground.

And I promised Mother I wouldn't get hurt too... he thought to himself as a stream of red poured out of the wound.

Roy glanced over at the soldier that remained, who was just about to thrust. He sidestepped quickly, but was unable to retaliate, for the only weapon in his hands was being held by his unusable arm. He then moved the Sword of Seals to his left hand and prepared himself.

The soldier was suddenly starting to look a little more...formidable.

“What,” Evelyn gasped as Triumph suddenly reared up on his hind legs as the sound of his master’s name. Due to the Gwyllgi’s hearing, before Castello’s voice reached Evelyn’s ears it reached his own. The panic in the raven’s voice had sent the monster reeling as the pair was forced to wait those very few impatient seconds it took for him to arrive. As Triumph’s body fell forward, his front claws smashed into the ground casing a small thump accompanied by the disturbance of a large amount of sand.

After Jyoti had run off, Evelyn had been forced to stay behind in order to maintain the draco zombie illusion. Having been healed by her comrade though, it wasn’t such a difficult task anymore so that when an attack smacked into the apparition it no longer needed to shimmer to maintain its form when Evelyn flinched due to the impact. Holding the creature up though was becoming quite a bother, and the Beastmistress was just about ready to summon something to kill of the rest of the guild members. They should have known better than to challenge her, so they ought to learn the hard way as punishment.

The wind stirred around the pair as Castello made his entrance. Having relocated once again shortly after Jyoti’s departure no one would disturb the two heroes if they needed to speak for more than a moment. Evelyn was about to make a harsh comment as to the Raven’s appearance before her breathe hitched in her throat due to his broken up statement. “M-mother…” she said almost mouthing the words as her face went blank of emotions. Even Triumph could feel the disturbance this revelation caused with in the two heroes for her was of like mind.

“It… she…” Her hands clenched onto some of her mount’s fur nearly ripping it out. It couldn’t be… it was a lie, right? At time Evelyn hadn’t really showed the woman proper respect, but she still loved her none the less. Not being the type to often listen to people, Teifi, like Jyoti, was pretty much the only one that had the best chance of getting Evelyn’s obedience. “We… we have to find her!” Evelyn shouted, her voice nearly cracking as her hands started to shake. They had just been revived not too long ago, she didn’t wanted to be separated from any of the yet. It was too soon!

As the shock settled in, the disturbance in her mind became too great to hold up the illusion of the draco zombie any longer. The ghostly figure shattered outward as Evelyn cut off its energy supply so that it no longer had any way to exist. “I-I’ll… g-go look for her!” Those were her last words to Castello as she urged Triumph to run; to run as fast as he could and find their mother. Tears that stung her eyes were hastily wiped away with the back of her arm, as the cool morning air strung her unprotected face. Last time, they has all separated without goodbyes, Evelyn didn’t want the same fate to befall them. “Mother…” she hissed as she fled the battle in search of the red headed woman.

Isadora nodded to what Victoria said. "Bishop Victoria is correct, Rhys. We can't give up so easily. Even if we're at our end rope. We have to move onward to stop whatever Mika is planning."

Before she had the chance to hear her comrades, she turned her horse around and went for another charge. Though the paladin was exhausted from battling, she couldn't stop now. They had to end this battle first. Once the battle was over, then they would rest before going onto another battle.

But before Isadora could strike her sword, the Dracozombie disappeared. Surprised by what happened, Isadora pulled her rein to make Tuomas stopped. She looked around. The monster...... It vanished? What had happened?

"What in St. Elimine's name had happened?" Isadora questioned confusingly. Surely, Evelyn wouldn't give up the fight so easily.... So something must have happened. But what was it?

Amelia nodded once to Rhys, placing down the unlabeled box next to Rhys'. With one hand free, she smoothed Rhys' hair away from his eyes. He looked tired, but he was still willing to fight. And you don't think you're strong... she thought, turning her eyes to Isadora.

"No frontline attackers? Fa's too fragile to act as a melee brawler," Amelia frowned. "I don't disapprove of her fighting if she can handle it, but I'm just hesitant to not send any physical attackers against her. But you know this enemy better than I do. I just know how to deal with Magvel's beasts."

Amelia put one arm around Rhys' elbow and held on tight to his arm. "You definitely think it's a good idea? I'll defer to your judgment..." Amelia trailed off; soon the point of splitting up to begin with became pointless. The dracolich disappeared, leaving behind what remained of the morph army to mop up and destroy.

"Did... the summoner cast off the dracolich?" Amelia questioned. "Why would she do that? I can't imagine her doing it willingly..." Amelia gripped Rhys' arm more firmly. "So what now? Handle the morphs, or find the summoner?"

She paused, stepping away from Rhys to cut down approaching morphs. One, two fell, and then she rested the butt of her spear against the dirt, tossing her eyes over her shoulder to look at Rhys. "Well?"