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((Dunno when it came into play, but I do know that it's really hard to type while eating a Ring Pop....definitely a series to pass onto kids.))

((*checks her ring pop for signs of it following the Pythagorean theorem* Well....if it was pointy, it would....but otherwise, it doesn't.))

(( Y=Mx + B.....maybe...for the little sides....Hurrah for slope intercept form...or, as another way to write it, Y= Y'x+ B ))

((asch, been busy in RL so i just managed to made 2 posts. Ah well, and math is not my favoured subject so just looking at the formulas, made the last cell of my brains into jelly.. smile ))

Hawk is looking at a burned head of the miniature trolloc on the floor. So many trolloc havent attack the tower since the last war created by a darkfriend long time ago. There is smoke everywhere and the once well build walls of the shining tower is either stained with the remains of the fire made by saidar or saidin, and at some part of the tower the walls have gone a sunder. It will takes sometime to fix all the damage done, not to mention the enjuries done on the people of Tar Valon. He can still sense the smell of death around him and in the air. His mind is lost somewhere at the horizon, far away to the north. There still no words on Merc and he is beginning to be restless on waiting.

After what seemed like an eternity, Kakashi became fully aware of himself and his surroundings. He was standing outside the Tower though not far from it. There were several Trollocs around him, all dead. His staff was coated in blood along several inches of each end. He was breathing heavily, but not so much as to hinder him. He stood straight and looked around, calming himself slowly. Running his thoughts over each and every part of his body, remembering the fighting in detail as he slowed his breathing and relaxed himself so that his heart would slow as well. He had a few small cuts and bruises in various places on his body, but nothing major.

After a few minutes he began stretching his neck and arms before scowling at the bloodstained staff. It would be difficult to remove the foul smelling stain from his staff. He really needed a staff made from some material that wouldnt soak up blood if he were to continue to fight like this. Turning from the bodies of the slain beasts he made his way back towards the Tower, his face grim and his stride confidant. His first battle with shadow spawn was much different than he had expected. Very much so.

Alina made her way through the Tower, down to the Main gate, hoping to find Kakashi on the way. the had been seperated when two Trollocs had come out of a Servants stairwell she hadent known about. Along the way she healed anyone she could find. It was draining, and she was tired. her Quarterstaff tied to her back, was a little chard at the end where she had accedently hit it agiasnt a lamp. she would have to somehow take care of that. at least the carvings wernt ruined.
She wanted to save some energy so she could help Kakashi, if he needed it, so she started to heal only the people that needed it imeditatly. what a great end to a wonderful day she thought sinicly as she looked at the body of a dead Novice. leaning down, she closed the staring eyes of the girl, and said a small prayer. She didn't know the girl, but she looked to have been about 14 or 15. A new recruit. Poor girl. someone would have to write to her Mother and Father.
As she made her way out to the main hall, she saw through the open...no broken main doors, that the sun was rising. red. the sky was red. Alina shivered. she remembered an old saying that a Tearian once told her "red at night, Saliors dilight, red at dawn, Sailors be warned.," she laughed to herself. She knew that this was only the begining. Whatever Romvoni did in the World of Dreams...He must be doing this here in this world to.
As she started to walk down the stairs she saw Kakashi comming up them. Shocked that he looked so calm she waited for him to reach her. "are you hurt?" she asked, and then put her hands on his head to Delve him. some minor wounds, he was also tired. nothing major. she healed him, and rid him of his tiredness. "your staff..." she said looking at the blacking blood. "you better get rid of that if you fought a Myardrall. It could ruin the wood..." she ran her hand across his forehead. "im glad your alive..."

((hes your warder xp ...))