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"Shut up before she bites." A tug of reins and the wolf more or less spit out the human to the dirt, not caring for his fall and turned it's teeth on a rather brave human while her rider kicked another away with the steel toe plating on her boot heel. Glory seekers, obviously. But her attention turned to the one who had been making such a speech of honor that night before. What was he crazy? Did he think this was a good idea. Another elbow to the face of an over eager soldier. "It's not a good day for victory human!"

Of course her own routes of getting out of the mess that landed her more or less directly into the fray of humans whom were now squabbling at her for bragging rights clearly sent a message to her own kin. Wolf rider out in the front lines in the middle of the battle apparently clearly said charge with all they had and the elven army was indeed not shy to leave their forests to attack then.

However they clearly were not rushing foolishly as the ground started to shake in a walking rhythm, unsettling the footing of soldiers and mounts alike. No one had to wonder long what was amking such quaking motions however as the various created golems came from the wood, crushing and smashing anything that was more or less in their paths. Well...anything that wasn't on their side.

"Inspiration was not the goal...." And now she was probably pegged as a leading body of said army probably. Just great.

His attention briefly turned to the wolf riding woman, and then back to the golems.

"Stay away from the wolf, your attentions are needed elsewhere!"

Today may not have been a good day for a victory, she was right. but there was a point to prove here. adn that point was they weren't coawrd to flee at the first challenges.

"Ballista, aim for the golems! Bring them down! The rest avoid them if you can! rally to the center!"

Damn it...this was not going well but they had to make a stand, to let thier enemy know they won't run at the first sight of these things or they'd just employ them everytime. At least put up a fight before retreating. Surely the wolf rider would understand that.

And there was death, a lot of death. Death was not on good terms with Randall for he had escaped the skeleton's clutches a few times. But it seemed that said angel was busy with those who were too foolish to protect their backs to even watch out for the giant pieces of earth that decided to fall of them. "They're all bloody fools." Randall was glad he got out of the army, at least if he were to die it would be on his own terms. But at the moment he was busy tripping an elf solder before moving on to at least try to get his people to back away. Most of the time his words fell on deaf ears but there were some men who he was able to get through to, and Randall had a feeling the reason he was able to convince them to get away from the battle was either they were scared or they had someone important they missed.

A giant noise of golem hand smacking dirt caused Randall to veer his attention toward it. It was then that he saw the elf and her wolf who happened to carry him into battle run up its arm so the rider could get close enough to lodge a knife in its forehead. Now that was odd, why would an elf attack a being that her own kind made? That did not make sense unless she wasn't on the side of the elves, and that even made less sense because Randall believed that all elves were together, there were never deserters and such. When he saw the elf land Randall kept his eye on her, she was different than the other elves and he knew that she was the last person who wanted to be here, just like him. Though there was also the fact that she sort of helped him get out of the woods earlier, if it wasn't for that he could of been killed by who knew what, so it was time to return the favor.

As the elf and her wolf were doing their best to defend themselves a ring of fire suddenly appeared around them when the elf was able to strike back the last human she was fighting. There was a breif moment of confusion before Randall leaped through the fire, landing close to the elf and her wolf but without his blade drawn. "Hey!" Though he raised his hands quickly as it seemed she was going to strike him. "No! Whoa, I'm not here to fight you!" And Randall backed up his words when a few humans jumped in. With his quick reflexes Randall broke a nose, made one clutch his stomach as the air in his lungs was pushed out, and a gave few bruises before he pushed them back through the fire, not bruning them of course, so they wouldn't bug them again. "I'm paying you back for the ride you gave me." Randall told her before going after an elf who leaped into the circle, all he hoped was the golems were distracted long enough so they can get the hell away from the battle without getting squashed.

He found himself almost stabbed indeed but lucky for him, he was quick to show his colors to her. Seeing as he didn't fear fire and the way it had come up, she could take a good guess that it was his spell. Helped his cause that he was pushing back people just as she was, regardless of their ears. "Then you can keep repaying me and cover me." Turning her attention to the obviously ailing wolf, urging her to her feet and through the fire. Taking hold of reins she tugged, gaining whimpers from her friend but compliance and drooped ears as well. "When we're safe we can rest and tend to you. Come on human!" Though a blink at the knife that took down one last eager soldier and the direction it came from. Oh good, he was going to have some sense now and make a tactical retreat. At least she didn't have to worry about them right now as she was more concerned with getting her mount and herself into some cover and let this prideful battle dissolve. Then she was getting the hell out of here soon as she was able. Hopefully those stupid humans wouldn't send out a scouting party to try and finish her off or something equally moronic.

Of course humans backing off meant they were counting this as a victory and took means to push the other forces back more before they started backing down themselves and undoing fires and what not. They had won this battle, regardless of why or how.

She continued to urge her limping friend along who did not take the fall well for them. Deeper into the woods though to the more sidelined parts that were on either sides of camps and such. She didn't want to be in the thick of elven territory but she didn't want to be in the open either. Eventually she picked a spot behind an outcropping of rocks and a downed tree, letting the wolf lay down and she start to take off the set of tack her mount wore alone with the wooden carved saddle. "No I don't. But here is good...you can stay till you catch your breath."

Wolf stripped she pulled the hood of her cloak down so she could see better and went to feeling the creature out...nothing seemed broken. Maybe it was just a strained leg and general soreness from impact with the hard ground. "You can tell that captain of yours that he made a wise decision." Of course she was assuming he was with that attacking force that was lucky enough to have a smart leader.

Licking thier wounds was hardly what they were doing, but he was sitting in the makeshift camp in a far more fortified position, cleaning his blade and his armor, glancing up when someone came to his tent, someone who by looking at him, was important.

"I was informed of your actions on the battlefield, Captain De'Lere."

he barely shrugged his shoulders, and went about cleaning his armor, setting aside his sword and cleaning up on his breastplate.

"What of them?"

the other man frowned.

"You called off attack on an enemy officer, you assaulted on of yur own soldiers, and you retreated from a battle that could have been won for no good reason."

Lucan looked up.

"First, she was not an enemy officer, and probably not even a member of the opposing force. second, when I give orders, they will be followed, or the people that refuse I deal with. and third, you tell me how five ballista are going to deal with probably at least a dozen or more of those golems that only seem to be even worried about hits to the head. we're not beating them without magic."

The other man looked unconvinced, and Lucan rubbed the bridge of his nose lightly.

"You knew how I treat those in my command when you wanted me out here. get me mages, or get me something to counter them, or go back to your desk in your fortresses and leave the fighting to those of us that have spent our lives out training new troops or fighting your battles. I've no time for your petty grievances given to you second hand by an obviously disgruntled soldier that didn't pay attention when I told them I would enforce my rulings by force if needed. I was there, you were not, and I know when a battle is won, lost, or at a stalemate."

this other man obviously was not used to being talked to in that manner, and opened his mouth to object before he was unceremoniously shoved to the side out of the tent.

"How dare you---"

That got Lucan to spin around on his heel.

"How dare I? this is how I dare. I have killed many elves today and crippled many more. I've seen these young men running in fear from creatures of wood and stone that feel no pain even as they get crushed. I see them crawling on the battlefield, bloody, beaten, sliced open, looking more like butchered animals then men. You love to talk about all these great victories you have. How many did you actually fight in? or did you hide behind your nobility and titles and sit in teh back on some hill watching as real soldier and real men died for your honor and 'glory in battle'?"

Okay this was gathering some attention now, and the higher ranking officer was getting a bit flustered and pushed back some by the lower ranking but much older man in front of him.

"So don't patronize me with how dare I and what you think a battle that's winable is when the most uncomforatble or close to a battlefield you've been in years has been from sitting on your horse a dozen miles away looking through an eyeglass...if you even have the strength to hold one of those up. or do you just have some seer summon the images up for you to see? Now get out of my camp, away from my soldiers, before your stupidity and cowardice infects the lot of them!"

That got a lot of stares and blinks..and murmurs about they're soon to be executed captain...before the younger man trying to gather up the shreds of his dignity, got on his mount and left camp.

"lieutenant. put that no account little rat that made those complaints on all night watch. maybe this time he'll follow orders, and he'll have nothing to complain about but a lack of sleep. I want a scout to track or the wolf riderm under flag of treaty, adn invite her back here."

"But, sir..."

"I'm in no mood for but sirs right now. do as you are told. she offered advice and aided us amidst the conflict, so I want to know who she is for sure. be it some elf girl that wandered into a conflict, or someone who is a friend to men."

Randall didn't take it personally when the elf refused to drink his water, after all they only knew each other for the past two hours so that was not long enough to be best buddies. Still he had to wonder what they were going to do, everyone saw them so if anyone happened to catch sight of them who knew what would happen?

Randall gave a weary sigh as he closed his eyes and crossed his arms, it had been a long day. "I really don't care what my fellow people think of me, I am sick and tired of this damn war. Let them call me a traitor or whatever they please, I prefer to be free from the war and at least die my own way instead of for a lost cause." Though Randall relaxed a bit and turned to watch Key take care of her wolf, it was a bit sweet though for him he was still scared of it somewhat. He titled his head at her answer and raised an eyebrow. "Huh?" Listen to the winds? Is that why they had long ears? Though he smiled at what she said next. "You got that right. You think by now we would of stopped fighting..." Randall then looked around their little spot for a moment, he was still on edge from the fight; but he then turned his attention back to the elf and smiled a little, sticking out his hand. "Well since we watched each others back I think it at least allows us to introduce each other. I'm Randall Fargas, it's nice to meet you even in such weird circumstances."

Chuckling once more, she glanced down as the action was wrapping up on the field. "You would do a lot of things if Asanna would let you. Good thing she chooses not to." Shaking her head. "Looks like this battle is over anyway. Too late for you, Sithy. Better luck next time."

"You two stop it now. You're both young and don't have a lick of sense between you." Shaking her own head and rapping her walking stick against the ground as the two were setting up to bicker.