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Issildia suddenly appeared in a swirl of shadows in the middle of the clearing, "Give me your hands! I can take us to Altera!"

But before anything further could be done, the sounds of trees crashing down could be heard as a large shadow passed over the small clearing, branches and trees crashing down around them.

Suddenly a slender ebony shape came hurtling down into the forest from above. The creature, easily three times Issildia's height landed off to the right of the clearing.
"Both of you get out of here" Issildia hissed and she swiftly drew her blade Sumar and circled around to face the right of the clearing where the ebony creature surely waited in the darkness.

"Because these are no ordinary dra...." Issildia's words were cut off as another voice spoke, a rough but obviously female voice.

"Well, well, I never thought that finding you would be so easy, My Lord will be pleased."

Issildia turned only moments before a clawed gauntlet came racing towards her back. Issildia caught the steels claws with her blade, barely able to contend with the huntress's strength.

"You!" Issildia hissed, as she met the cat like gaze of Adenia Laren.

As the ice hurtled towards Adenia the temperature in the area suddenly rose, and the ear shattering sound of a great roar shattered the tranquility of the forest. The slender ebony dragon that had hidden in the darkness surrounding the clearing, suddenly leapt out to land between the ice projectiles and his mistress. The creature opened it's great fanged maw and blue fire leaped forth, meeting the oncoming barrage if ice, melting it back into a liquid.

The slender beast then turned it's attention to Archer and began to circle him slowly, smoke trailing from it's slit like nostrils.

The slender dragon then reared back on it's hind legs and fanned out it's wings, at the same time taking in a great breath. When it's fore legs hit the ground a torrent of blue fire tore from it's mouth towards Archer.

The fire dissipated as it made contact with the shield of ice that Archer had created. It was then that Adenia, while still struggling to defeat Issildia muttered a phrase in an odd language, the slender dragon scratched at the ground with it's pointed claws, in irritance, glaring at Adenia, finally it leapt up into the air, and in a single wing beat rose high above the forest.

As the ebony dragon rose out of the clearing the shadow that had announced Adenia's entrance before, suddenly passed over head once again, but this time it was accompanied by a thunderous crash as a large muscled dragon, over twice the size of the ebony one crashed into the forest. As it landed it's great mouth opened and set forth an immeasurable torrent of red hot fire. The dragon's head itself crested the tops of the trees in the forest and the fiery breath that it had set loose at Archer, set the surrounding forest aflame.

~As the clearing around Issildia and Adenia became consumed by the inferno Issildia tilted her blade at an angle, causing Adenia's clawed gauntlet to slide off.
Though Issildia misjudged her opponents recovery speed and the clawed gauntlet came swiping back up at her. Issildia only had time to side step the attack, but the steel claws raked at the side of her neck, leaving four shallow gashes along the length of her neck. Issildia cried out in pain, her hand going instantly to her neck to try and stop the bleeding, but she knew such efforts were futile. They would have to escape if they hoped to live. Already blood seeped through the hand that Issildia had set against her neck, though she might bleed to death before they had the chance for escape...~~

As Archer helped Issildia; Adenia drew the blade at her waist. It was a sword composed of an ivory dragons fang, that had been polished and sharpened to the extent that it would rend flesh from bone. The wicked blade then race in at a horizontal angle to take both Archer and Issildia's heads.

At that moment the healing spell that Archer had used to aid Issildia, had finished it's work, but only half of the gashed on her neck were healed, nevertheless Issildia shoved Archer back, her own blade racing forth to parry Adenia's ivory blade. Time seemed to slow for the two combatants as Adenia slashed out to Issildia's unguarded left side with her clawed gauntlet. Issildia's eyes then hardened and narrowed and she drew a kunai knife from the sheath at her thigh. And as the gauntlet came within inches of tearing open Issildia's torso, Issildia wove the knife in between the steel clawed fingers of the gauntlet and used the knife like a lever in twisting it until she heard the resounding crack of bone.

As Issildia shattered the bone's in Adenia's left hand, the two combatant's swords met, but Issildia allowed her blade to glance off of the sword and released the knife she had used to shatter Adenia's fingers, and spun around inside of Adenia's guard, reversing the direction of her blade Sumar so it pointed towards Adenia's stomach.

Issildia did not hesitate as she drove her sword forward, but at that moment the ebony dragon dove out of the sky and slammed into the two, throwing Issildia backwards, to slam into the smoldering trunk of a tree, where she limply collapsed from the impact.

The ebony dragon seemed to have avoided doing it's mistress any harm for Adenia stood leaning heavily against the beast, her hand clutching at her side. Where a long gash was, it seemed that even though the dragon had intervened Issildia had grazed her opponent, enough to cause some harm.

As blood began to stream from the gash, Adenia looked at both the wounded Azerian and the half breed Nevar, "I will deal with you two later." she hissed as she weakly mounted the ebony dragon, clutching at the wound at her side.

The slender dragon launched itself into the air and was soon joined by the larger one, as they flew of into the distance.

The inferno that the larger dragon had created continued to burn around the clearing and Issildia came back to consciousness, the acrid scent of smoke caused her to become alert at once.

As she stood she, cringed as she realized that at least two of her ribs were broken, but she would heal eventually...the problem was that they had to get out of the inferno before it ended them...

Issildia managed to stumble over to Archer without causing herself any more harm, "Come, I can get us to Altera" She extended her hand to him.

"No." said Issildia darkly, as he ran, "Allow me..." Suddenly the shadows that clung to the trees of the forest, leapt up from their stoic posts and seemed to circle she and Archer for a moment, before utterly consuming them. For a moment they seemed to be in another plane of existence, darkness surrounded them, and it was as though there was no air to breath, then as suddenly as it had come the darkness faded in an instant leaving them in different surroundings as before.

The small village of Altera was still silent in the morning hours and they stood there, in the middle of a dusty street, surrounded by small stout buildings on either side.

"I did not suspect that Adenia of the Dragons, still lived...forgive me, I should have known this, and suspected her attack."

"Be Silent" snapped Issildia and she easily landed and motioned for him to start walking towards the side of the street, where there was a narrow alley between two of the squarish buildings that lined the street. Issildia ignored the dull pain of her broken ribs and what remained of the gash at her neck.
"We are in Altera," she said simply, "Like I explained earlier, through the arcane arts of the Celtarie I can move about the realms as need be...and..." she said as she motioned for him to sit on an upturned crate, that was situated some distance in the alley..."Though my Anierian blood I can also heal wounds of the flesh, though my skill in the healing arts is quite limited..."

It was obvious of her intentions as she asked him to sit, she would attempt to repair the damage done to his wings.

"Dina!" Issildia hissed in the ancient tongue to Anier.
As she set her hands on the damaged section of his right wing, "Tanka tel' taurnin" she said, it was an Anierian incantation for healing, and since Issildia was not all that powerful in the healing arts, she would need to call upon every spell or incantation that she knew of.
"Ama poldora, Aman tel' Seldarine..." As she uttered this phrase the burned flesh began to heal slowly, taking on a pale white glow, that was almost invisible to the eye. Slowly the burn wounds closed, until finally it looked as though nothing had ever happened, there were no scars of any kind. Still Issildia appeared quite exhausted from the healing, she then turned her attention to the left wing that was mangled and burned to such an extent that Issildia doubted that she would be able to heal it completely with only her Anierian abilities...thus she would improvise.

"Tanka tel' taurnin, Ama poldora, Aman tel' Seldarine..." She said as she placed her hands on the burnt flesh, repeating the same incantation that she had used before. And the spell seemed to work, healing the gashes and burns, but it could not replace flesh, only heal it. Therefore Issildia had decided to twine a bit of necromancy into the spell. Archer probably, would not like the dark art of the dead used to heal him, but Issildia doubted that he would know the ancient language that was used in necromancy...so Issildia did not intend on alerting him to this fact. Though she suspected that she spirit that inhabited the crystal in his sword might know of it. Even so she proceeded with her work.

Issildia cut a slit in the palm of her hand with one of her slender kunai knives and allowed her blood to drip onto the wing. "Ad astra infinitum"
she said as her blood seemed to sink into the wing, " Ad vitam...Addendum!"
Suddenly a pale fire, that brought with it no sight of heat ignited along the length of the left wing. The flame was indeed as cold as ice, and brought no harm to the Azerian as it crept along the length of the wing, actually replacing all that the battle with Adenia had taken. As the pale fire reached the tip of the replaced wing, it faded away, as though snuffed out by an unseen force. It now appeared as though the battle had never happened, both wings healed fully.

Issildia's form shuddered as she stood, she leaned heavily against the opposing wall, "That should do for now.." she said, her voice sounding far weaker than she attempted to put on.


(((Anierian Translations~Dina-Be Silent
The first spell in Anierian is a healing spell is in Elvish
And the Necromancy that she uses is Latin,And is an old world spell that was once though to be used for replacing lost limbs.)))