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"It's Aiolos, but I'm not the kind to be customery." He said, taking the whistle off of his mouth for a second.

He put it in his mouth again and waited.

Alan began to jog after Kalis as he tugged out his cell. He quickly keyed in the number from the piece of paper and sent a text message that read "Just so you have my number" The text message would have the number that it was sent from attatched, and depending on the model of phone Kalis had he should be able to just hit store and the number would be stored into his contact info.

He looked back to make sure the bombs were following. A glass of water would have been devine right about then. Or better yet... A big glass of sweet tea. He was getting his fill of fire for today.

Turning violently to avoid smashing straight into a lumbering tree that apparently decided to loom the ******** out of nowhere apparently.

Moving down the a little incline, squeezing tightly between two trees, he continued on his way, continueng to head for where the mountains of the forest loomed.

"Next time I'm just going to ride in a cart straight to the front door. Jeezus."

He was finding more and more difficulty in navigating the forest, but he wouldn't have to worry about the bike for long...

Sakura heads out to the Stump Forrest.

Blinks, seeing there the forest ends and where he now is, but continues on.

The earth mage slogged through the trees, his dead buddy still over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He felt so alone...his friend was sleeping...even the birds seemed to have deserted this place.

"Jim!"

He jumped as his name was shouted, turning in the direction to see...

One of the bowmen Kalis had left there, smiling and waving at him before running over.

"Jim, thank goodness your alive! Are you alright? What happened to..." The archer's face went pale as he fully took in the dead air mage's condition.

"He's just resting," Jim replied. "He used up all his energy on a spell to make us run faster. So he's resting now."

"Jim, he's..." The archer looked at Jim's face, and couldn't do it. "Come on. I'll help you carry him back to the village. It's a long way to go alone."

It reminded Quin of home, that was before he had a very large portion of the woods cut down so that the town could actually grow larger. Shaking his head he muttered how dim sighted people were when it came to economics and progress.

Sure Skinner had the right idea, they were just going about it entirely wrong. But then it was easy to find fault in them, just look how ineptly they waged a war.