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"Well, I'm not exactly sure where the others are. I've lost track of them because of my work, obviously," Fenrir said, busy placing things in the hat he'd removed: his pocket watch, necklace, and balled up jacket before setting it next to Elistral. "I'm actually surprised that an ancient elf as you wouldn't be able to tell, truthfully, but we were far more feral then and I hide it quite well." He stood and stretched, debating how long he had before he'd be found out. "But if you do me the favor of turning around for a second I'll let you know."

"Helping you." Fenrir replied simply. Then he closed his eyes and felt a cold shiver run down his spine. The change was thankfully not noticed by any of the fighters or the healers in the vicinity. When he opened them again, he stood up and ducked his head into the hat on the ground, his watch's gold chain sliding over his black furry neck easily. He padded around the unmoving Elistral, poking Sylvia's arm with his now cold nose, standing at about rib height with the elf. "I hope you haven't lost your practice riding bareback. Or chicken out. Because then this would be very awkward..."

"Vanished, yeah. I really wonder where they are." Fenrir said sincerely as he rolled his shoulders, a tiny bit sore from the change, and tossed his head as he set off at a light jogging pace away from the healer's tent. "So, what's the plan? Attack the troops, go on a killing spree to lessen the ranks, distraction, distract Reaper? Your call."

Fenrir opened his massive jaws in a crude smile, secretly glad that Sylvia's fighting spirit had come back. He hated when people got themselves down by self-pity. "Alright, time to cause some havoc!" The fighters were all fighting in small skirmishes by now, not quite as back to back as before. But they parted as Fenrir rushed through them, searching someone to attack first. He settled with a dark elf sorcerer he spotted and launched himself at it's summoned creature, knocking it to the ground.

Rore was glad to see that most of the town had been cleared of any Ravagers. Any that surrendered were lined up against the inside of the wall encircling. He jogged over to assist one of the Protectors having trouble with a small band.

When Sylvia and Fenrir left, Elistral cracked open one eye before shutting it again as her stomach lurched painfully. She wished she could have had the strength to tell her mother that she wouldn't die. Strider's words from over a decade ago drifted through her mind, "Though I warn you once you choose this path you will never be able to go back to a mortal life. You will become an immortal like I was. " She wasn't sure how true that held, but she wasn't about to find out.

"Oh, haven't heard that in a while. 'Wish I could've been there when they were more common." Fenrir neatly dodged a spike before landing the fatal blow to his opponent, tearing the throat open with a loud rip. The dark elf was in the middle of another spell when he was barreled into, his concentration broken in mid-chant. "As things go, I should be one of the larger ones but I haven't seen any of my kin." He added, making very short work of the sorcerer's guard as he left the caster to Sylvia, and took off again when things were finished there.

Once the situation inside had stabilized, Rore climbed through the wide hole rent in the main gate. Whatever had done that must have had impressive strength, he thought to himself with quiet admiration. He then set to work on helping kill off the enemies closest to the entry point.

"Well seeing as I've been dead since five years ago I don't know. But maybe we should ask Strider. He'll probably know." Sylvia sounded like she was wishing more then suggesting.

Strider watched as Demios flew and fell in a heap. "Demios!" Strider stood up and charged, meeting the same end. As he flew Strider dug his sword into the ground, stopping himself.

"You will die this day Strider! I don't care if the world burns in the process! Everyone will die if that's what it takes!" Reaper seemed hurt now, oil streaming from Demios' blade.

"Let's go then. I have an idea." Sylvia readied her sword for the charge.

Strider got to his feet with a grunt of pain. "I'm getting too old for this. Come on then! Let's end it." Strider brought his sword up ready for the charge.

Reaper charged, screaming with a slightly metalic voice. He came fast and Strider wasn't able to dodge. Reaper came around and smashed Strider in the face with his fist, sending him into the air.

As Fenrir jumpped Sylvia leaped from Fenrir's back and stabbed with her sword straight into the big creatures' chest as Fenrir lunged at its knees.

As Strider flew he could see everything and feel everything. His bones were breaking, his arm and leg, and his jaw. But as he flew he saw one thing, the sword sticking out of Reaper. He had brought up one hand when he landed, hard.

Reaper huffed and walked over to Strider. "You won't be coming back from it this time. After over a hundred years fate has finally caught up with-" Reaper would have continued but Strider had started to chuckle. "What? What's so funny? You think your own death is funny?"

Strider shook his head, his face hurting, testing his jaw. "No, it's funny...that you think you've won. So high and mighty after hitting me. But you forgot something." Strider chuckled.

"Oh? And what might that be?" Reaper leaned closer.

"Metal conducts electricity, and you've got a giant lightning rod in your stomoach." Strider touched the tip of the sword sticking out towards him from Reapers stomach.

Reaper's eyes grew wide as Strider's hand sparked with electricity. As Reaper watched the electricity spark up the sword he could see something he had thought he had forgotten. His father. He remembered Strider's last words to him after his father had died. 'Mourn the day young Tory and move on. It'll come back to haunt you if you don't.' "Morn the day." Reaper convulsed as his cuircutry fried and his mechanics spun and whirred eratically.

Demios stirred as Strider hit Reaper with the electricity. He watched as Reaper twisted into impossible positions. Then as it seemed Reaper had stopped something cracked and he blew up into a huge light of fire and energy.