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Vadász grimaced, it hadn't worked. "Alright..." He murmured, getting up from where he was, nodding to her when she left. "Maybe I'll tell one-" He drew his swords and blocked, knocking away the fangs that had leaped at him. A snake hit the ground, hissing at him when he changed into a hawk, screeching before diving down before the snake could get away. Countering another attack, his beak tore at the eyes, hearing the cry in his head of the human whose form that was. Flying back, he dove again, getting hit with the tail with a screech. Again he knocked away the fangs, twisting the head as he stabbed with his beak once more, talons grabbing the body before flying up a bit, slamming the head repeatedly against the ground. When the blood started pooling he stopped, dropping the snake while changing back to his human form. He was panting, holding a hand to his arm where he had gotten struck. "Dammit... That was too close." He muttered, the charm around his neck beginning to glow when ice started forming around the body, shattering into millions of pieces once it was fully formed. If I'm found, I'll probably only bring trouble to them... Turning his gaze to Cori, he gave her a small smile, a hint of sadness in it. "Forgive me for troubling you both." He ripped the arm of his shirt off, looking at the wound, a vial soon appearing in his hand. He poured it's contents into the wound, tying the sleeve around the wound for now. He poured himself a fresh glass, downing the entire thing in one gulp.

Leena seemed relieved that he wasn't bothered by the necromancy, glancing back to the werewolf once more. "Ah, I see." She then paused, her eyes clouding over as they rode. Something was wrong, very wrong. "Mi történt -hoz akadály? Miért mindenki mozgott még?" She murmured, turning her gaze to the right, one of her spies there, keeping up with them.

"Volt helyben. Ez akar látszik amit merénylő kapott -hoz másikak." The woman replied, watching her queen calmly.

Her lips tightened into a thin line, "Rendben van Húz mindenki ki. Megőrülök -hoz kell megpróbál valami máshol. Megpróbál -hoz eltartás némely része a akadály megjelöl mégis , eltartás néz felső a Király és Anira." She told her quickly, her eyes darting to Roran and his friend next to her. She may have been raised in Mereth, but she still held Aduial blood. "Stay with them dammit! Make sure that they get out before the attack comes." She had noticed her spy pause, sending her away with the flick of a wrist.

Blinking a little as she heard Roran, she appeared calm again, though the air started feeling rather thick, giving off the oppressive feeling one can get before a large storm. "It was the entire army. Aduial is completely left open to attack at this point." The edge in her voice gave away what she was really feeling, Sebesen suddenly pulling far ahead of Roran, the need for speed was crucial. They are already moving... "Von!" She called, looking next to her again. "Make sure you protect that crystal with your life. Get that to Talia, it's the only hope that Aduial has of survival. Megy most! Siet!" She commanded, glancing back to the castle. "Anira! Get out of here, if you can hear me at all, leave and take your father with you if he's back yet."

Her cloak disintigrated rather suddenly, the outline of her body glowing faintly. She chanted silently, accessing every well of power that she held within her body for this, it was one of the most difficult spells to cast, it was one of the forbidden ones due to it's nature. I have no choice. She was expanding the affected area so it was the same as the barrier she had order her spies to erect around most of Aduial, the spell only affecting the area inside of the barrier. She had to alter it a little so that those that were still there wouldn't be affected, which made it all the harder. Pulling a shard from within her robes, she threw it onto the ground, making it shatter as she said the last words of the spell. Now when the force from Altarion came to Aduial, they were in for a surprise. The longer they stayed within this invisible barrier, the more it would eat away at their flesh and kill them slowly. The landscape appeared the same, but it would be deadly for them when they came. It was a spell that ate at the soul and body. If one or the other perished first, then it was death that greeted them in that instant. Anira and the King would be safe while they were there, their elven magic able to protect them.

Panting, she checked to make sure it was correct, slumping on Sebesen's back from exhaustion. She would be lucky if she didn't fall off of the horses back, for now she was safe due to how she collapsed. Her face was drawn, a little paler than normal, the mare whinnying before slowing to a stop.

Leena blinked slowly as she opened her eyes, everything blurry at first before they focused on Anira, her eyes widening a little. She listened silently, knowing that the crystal that Von was holding was already in pieces, a husk. She pushed herself up slowly, wincing as she felt her head throb a little. "Alright..." She said softly, holding a hand out over the ground, the shard that shattered piecing itself back together before returning to her hand, vanishing once more into her robes. "May your souls retain such peace." She said quietly, the mask shredded as if by fire, showing the small smile on her lips. Sebesen snorted a little, seeming anxious to go. She bowed her head to the Princess, touching her forehead gently. Letting her hand fall away, she let Sebesen ride, ignoring how it hurt to watch the home of her mother die like this.

"General, what's going on?" This day was not going how she would have liked. Now that everyone was getting ready to leave and grabbing as many horses as they could from the townsfolk, she was stressed even more.

"Hm? Oh! General! Well, the King has recieved orders from the princess to send the army out. Everyone's leaving. Including, and especially, you."

"When the hell did he come, and why did he not ask for me?"

"Who knows. Maybe he realizes that this position is not meant for women who look so shy but can be so fierce. Especially ones who are only in their position because their mothers were."

"You talk poorly of my mother again, and I'll have you demoted." The general immediatly stopped speaking and went back to business. Lyn was confused as to why the king hadn't asked for her, but she wasn't going to question him. Their orders were to give aid when asked. They had been asked. It was time to give.

It took only five minutes for Lyn to get everything ready to go and onto her horse. By their horses' standards, they'd be with their princess before dawn of the next day. As she had her horse walked out to the front before setting off, she looked back at her army. She opened her mouth to speak and the world seemed to drown out as silence filled her ears. "The princess has called for our aid," her voice magnified itself. She was screaming, nor yelling. "We will get their by dawn, and cannot afford breaks. Those who need it, take it and meet us as soon as possible." Turning the horse around, a big "Yes General Nacelyne," followed. As soon as she kicked the horse off, the thunder of their travel began.

"You are here because you believe you need me as any proof for support from other countries. Well, I guess I'll be another stubborn elf to hate for you. I'm not leaving. At my death, my sword shall be sent to Eve. And once it is in her hands, she should have no trouble gaining the support of other nations. However, I must stay here with Anira. I am king. If my land is forsaken, then I am as well. And Anira and I must protect something of Valanthiriel's that she could not take with her. If that is destroyed, then Valanthiriel could be in even greater danger." The king said as he turned his head to Roran, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

He blinked a little at the firmness in her words, staring at her blankly for a moment. Then he smiled distantly, he could sense her self-restraint. And so, he reached out to calm her with his empathetic powers, adding in a sense that it was alright. "Alright then, I won't." He murmured, sighing heavily as he nodded. "Yes, that." He glanced to the shards of ice as they melted, the glow fading from around his neck. Suddenly he chuckled, offering his arm to her. "You want to fix it right? Go ahead, I won't bite." He was quiet then for a moment, eating another sandwich before returning his eyes to her. "Cori, you don't have to worry about asking me too many questions." He suddenly said quietly, brushing his wine colored hair back.

Vadász again looked at her blankly, "A telepath? Me? Oh no! No no no," He couldn't help but laugh a little, smiling softly to her as he watched what she did. "No, as an empath, well, a strong empath, it's easy to tell what people are feeling. I don't consciously do it, but it happens. So, from there I extrapolate using their actions, tones of voice, inflections, body language, where they look, that sort of thing and judge from there what they are thinking about. He then looked up, sighing lightly, "I know you said not to apologize, but I am. I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, this ability of mine. I know it has made many feel that way, so, if it bothers you tell me and I just won't say anything about it or use it anymore around you."