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((God damnit you! You two have this huge battle while I'm preparing for exams! Its so unfair... xp I'll just try to get myself rolling again. I'll assume I can control Reinsin too

Oh, and Raven, from my interpretation, Streak's character never actually asked your's the queston yet. He was thinking it, but not speaking.))

Aronoth could feel the effects of the Elixer almost immediately. His weekness from the spell was gone, and he was able to jump back into combat almost effortlessly. He was, however, unable to fully focus on the task at hand. He always had an eye on the stranger's fight with the man. Aronoth felt that he should get involved, but something told him not to. He saw that this was her battle to fight, that Aronoth should find purpose otherwise. So, he resolved to prevent the army from further approaching the survivors.

However, this resolution was getting harder and harder to keep. As he fought with the Larovian's, Aronoth couldnt help but notice the stranger get cut by the man, and the terrible curse that envoked. He heard the stranger shout to the commander to leave, and they retreated. However, the man was hot on their trail, and Aronoth couldnt have that. He knew that now was his chance to get involved.

Aronoth fired a shot at the man, but stared in shock as the man caught it in his hand. He examined it, laughing... "Finally, I get to meet one of your kind..." He tossed the arrow to the side as he turned to Aronoth, A Wizemnigot, roaming these lands. I thought the Permanat War caused the extinction of your race..." Aronoth spoke in an shaking, unconfident voice, "How... How do you know of my land, and my people?" At this, the man laughed. "Soon enough, you shall learn. Now, why are you here?" Aronoth could see, feel the man looking into his eyes, "You are defending the city? My daughter? Well, than, I must apologise, but today.." The man held up his blade "... I must end a race."

And, with that, the man attacked with amazing speed. Aronoth had just anough time to block the attack with hos bow, but this still surprised him. The energy of hos weapon did not slice through this blade, like it did all others. Up close, he could see the shadows briming within the weapon. He felt the fear grow in him, but not for long, as the man attacked again. Aronoth was just able to dissappear in time, taking a new position and firing an Arrow of Blessedness, watching it strike the man in the back. He breathed a sigh of relief, until he saw the shadow extend from the mans body, smothering the arrow. And, than, it was gone... The man turned around, only so Aronoth could reappear behind him and swing his bow at him. He blocked it with his blade, his anger becoming apparent. The man's assault was fast and extreme, Aronoth was almost brushed by the blade many times. Yet, he couldnt seem to land a single blow on the man. He swung out his bow once more, only to notice that the man was prepared, and slashed at Aronoth's arm. The blade made contact. Aronoth quickly teleported away, took out the Vial, and began pouring the Elixer on his wound, praying that Wizem's power was stronger that his blade's. Although the curse was making him weak, Aronoth decided that he must try to finish off the man before he caused any more harm. He assenced into the air, and placed his hands arround his Amulet. As he chanted, the amulet began to glow. He could see the man look at him with what he could tell as a look of worry, but it was too late. With the words "Power of the Elements" escaping his shouting lips, he fired the blast at the man.

Without staying to observe the damage his blow made, he teleported to the stranger and the commander. There, he winced in pain, holding the cut on his arm. He again took out his Vial and took a gulp of it's contents. Feeling the effects, he offered it to the stranger "This is a legendary Elixer, believed to offer aid and comfort against all things evil, given to my People from Wizem himself. Here, drink some, or pour it on the wound. It should help fight off the man's curse. Don't worry, it is a neverending vial, so use as much as you require." He hoped the stranger would accept his offer. He didn't know why.

Streak looked to Issildia and shook his head.
"I really don't know. I wish I did. I didn't recognise his face in my nightmares. Perhaps he is an enemy of yours." Streak replied.

As the Sun began to set, the blood on the battlefield behind them shone in the moonlight.
"I think we should set up camp here." Streak said.

That night, Streak didn't get a wink of sleep. His mind was troubled by things seen, heard and done. He worried about things forgotten and envied the peacful dead. He then decided that there was a question he had to ask. He seemed to be losing his trust in her even after all she had done to help him so didn't want to be alone with her. So he asked a simple question, which he didn't realise would have a terrible answer.
"When will we be meeting up with Demitri again? Perhaps he can help us." Streak said, simply.

((I wonder what Issildia's reaction will be.))

Archer had barely had time to flee from whatever was making noises in the distance. He could smell blood all over, and had to run with all he had just to get a safe distance away, and was awed that these people were so powerful. He knew that hed have to approach warily if at all. For the night, however, he stayed aloft In a huge Oak tree roughly a quarter of a mile away from the others. He kept his sword ready by his side.

Archer woke with a start, nut tried to remain still. He smelled something, but what? It wasn't blood, but it wasn't a human, or one of his kind. Whatever it was, he doubted he could trust it. Slowly, without panicking, he pulled the knife out of his sleeve. He turned, barely able to see out of the thick tree branches from his position. He sniffed silently, looking for a sign. He used the wind to move the scent closer to him, only to confuse him more. He finally recognized the smell, and it was all he could do to keep from falling out of the tree with fright "How could I be such an idiot and let Celtarie sneak up on me, especially in a forest?" He breathed shakily, hoping there was only a small number of them. He looked around without moving to see whatever trace of them he could, but saw only the footprints he saw the night before. He closed his eyes and asked Eleazor what to do. It didn't respond.

Archer, who had been looking below him for the intruder froze when he heard the voice above him. He turned his head slowly, sweat forming on his brow. His breathing became raspy, as this was a nightmare that came to him often. He stuttered a reply, "My- my race does not need me." he gulped down fear, and continued "The people here can use me alot more, for I am barely of mature age, and even then, finding a companion is hard." He looked into the creatures eyes, sensing more than he could comprehend, and fearing what he thought was his imminent death "I am not one to be held down with the affairs of another, even if it would be one I might need to face later." Eleazor pulsed with the energy he had been saving. It connected with the newcomer, trying to sense its thoughts, speaking to her "Who are you to talk to Eleazor's son like that?" Archer didn't hear what Eleazor said, as Eleazor had meant it.

"Larovian are scum." he grumbled, hatred welling up in him. He looked at Eleazor, realizing he must have done something "Yeah, he is an heirloom of my father's, but he was not a loyal Azerian." He looked into Eleazor's "eye" and wonders what he talked to her about. He looked back up, realizing this woman still held her sword.
Eleazor smiled in a sense. She could feel his pleasure when he said "It is true that my son would be dead by now would you have chosen so. I admire your mercy. Who have you come from?" The sword spoke of her cryptically, like she was a child.

Eleazor laughed in her mind, echoing loudly. He exited her mind, and at that moment, Archer turned to the blade, and gasped. Shock could be seen on his face as he turned to her and said in an indignant voice "They call me Archer. This is Eleazor." He held up the broadsword so the crystal could be seen "You are?" he sounded like a wet cat, as he hated when Eleazor commanded him, though he was hard-pressed to disobey.

He winced at her name, but dismissed it when she explained himself. He gasped when he heard of Anier falling. His head fell. He thought of what could he have done to protect it. Eleazor wept, his crystal wet with his tears. Archer looked up "How could this happen? El and I would have been there in only one more day. El loved that city. I thought it would stand for years from now." he looked down again, and cleaned the crystal. He sighed, and looked up "All that besides, it is nice to meet you." Even as he seemed to dismiss it, a downcast mood was about him. He stood in the tree, and looked for a way down "Was it well defended? Did it die a good death?" his voice held grim tidings, uncommon for his kind