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I think splitting them up into two sentences makes it more dramatic. The first sentence in the second paragraph is pretty long. Try using periods a little more, rather than semicolons.))

As they rounded the corner, Yolanda immediately knew their mistake. Regular humans never really did mix well with dragons or drows. Come to think of it, they didn't like mages much, either. Their eyes drifted over to the three, making their way towards the Mages District. For a moment, they paused, each of them looking in the direction of the other. Yolanda held her breath and hoped that they wouldn't make a big scene.

No such luck.

A moment and a few shouts later, Yolanda was sprinting down the alleyway, calling on the other two to follow. Lights turned on in the homes around them and civillians with weapons came to try and chase away the intruders. Their only option was to try and reach the gates of the Mages District before they were skewered.

(("Lasha knew that she and Yolanda would outdistance him"

And Imo, not Ino whee

*hums and goes to write*))

Imo's eyes bulged as he scrambled to get out of the way of the oncoming mass, scared out of his wits. Eyes rolling back, he heard the the drow speak quickly, instructing him... But he couldn't take off from just the ground yet! His wings weren't big enough!

Desperate, he scrambled towards the buildings behind them, away from the crowd. Skidding to a stop as he reached the base of a two-story inn, Imo dropped all thoughts of minimizing property damage and dug his claws into the wooden surface. It was akward, but within a minute he was on top of the roof; long lines of gouges from where from his claws had raked into the wood marked his progress up the wall. A small section of his mind registered a series of shouts in his direction, most likely from the inn owner, but he ignored them in his concentration.

With a flare Imo spread his wings; he hesitated a second, wanting to go back after Lasha, but as far as he could tell it looked as though she was quite capable of taking care of herself. Steeling himself, he launched off the roof; a short, sickening sensation of freefall was followed his own sigh of relief as his wings caught the air and held him.

The mage was probably far ahead now--it'd taken him too long to get up the building. Imo flapped his wings a few times to gain some height; he hadn't quite mastered the coordination required, however, and ended up several yards to the left of the street, over the buildings instead. Tilting his wings to the side, Imo tried to glide back over the roadway. He half screeched, half shouted the mage's name as he flew back over the humans, vainly searching for her hooded figure.


((ugh, gotta switch computers, they're closing the lab. I'll finish as soon as I can get on again...

edit: all done...))

As a few of the men advanced towards her cautiously, she twirled the blade in slender hands what seemed almost without any effort. One of them got bold and jumped at her, two thin lines of blood going down his cheeks soon made him fall back into the crowd.

The blade was very thin and razor sharp. Enraged that his comrade had been bloodied, another man confronted her, and the drow spun Shan'naal so fast that it blurred. Dizzied by the motion, the man swayed slightly, before he knew it, he got a face full of hilt and a kick in the gut.

"Over here!" Lasha heard and she spun to flee. Imo had gotten into the air safely and Yolanda seemed to have gotten close to the mage district. Her sword sank back into it's magical sheath and the slender figure darted away from the mob, long legs carrying her in the direction the mage had called from.

Yolanda knew they couldn't enter. Normal humans couldn't unless they were admitted in by a mage. However, a creature like a dragon could easily pass the barrier. It was so large that it's mass alone was too much for such a weak shield to contain. Besides, humans weren't strong enough to require an incredibly strong shield. Preparing to enter the District, she readied the spell that would open the gate.

"Ishna lah frer'ro," she chanted, "Ishna lah frer'la." The golden gates began to swing open.

"Run towards it!" she yelled to the Drow as she turned to defend the gate so that Lasha could get through. With the gate open, the barrier was weakened and Yolanda didn't want any humans getting in there and destroying everything.

Flipping her staff around, she began to chant a familliar enchantment.

"Leave here civillians, you may not pass!" she shouted at the crowd, but they didn't seem to hear her. Not surprising.

((Naw, I mean that darned grammatical error ya keep makin'. Can ya spot it for me?))

Imo twisted to angle himself towards the street as he lost more and more altitude. He fliched as his wing clipped a building in the middle of the turn, and he reflexively scrunched it in, away from the place that'd given him pain. The action tipped him in midair, however; unable to straighten the one wing, he pulled the other in too. He dropped like a stone into the roadway without anything to hold him up; miraculously he actually was somewhat upright after the landing, if rather bruised from the sharp impact.

That's the problem with flying in the first place when no one ever taught you how to land properly. He stood up and shook himself out before turning to look back at the gates. So the mage and drow had managed to get inside too... Snuffling, he approached them, realizing that the drow was unconcious and that the barrier between the three and the humans outside was now weakening, even enforced by whatever Lasha had just done. What to do, what to do...?

((....i see it.. whee Though i can't really do very much at the moment...umm...))

Floating in a void of darkness, unbidden images appeared to Lasha's mental eye. It was her homeland, though horribly twisted. Her mother had died, and everything was in ruins for there had been controversy over who would take the clan's throne. Her younger siblings had fought, killing each other off one by one, finally throwing the rest of the clan into utter and complete Chaos.

Wanting to scream, her lip twitched, but she kept dreaming.

((Maybe I should've done that sweatdrop ))

The interior of the home was larger than it seemed possible, looking from the outside. The front foyer had a marble floor and was longer than it was wide. Near the end, there were two spiraling staircases, both made of marble that went up into the second floor. There was also a third and fourth floor, which were similar to the second. The foyer was furnished with comfy chairs and a small fountain down the hall.

"She's unconcious and probably dreaming," Yolanda replied after leaving and returning with some medicinal herbs. With these, she made two beakers of liquid. One was a painkiller and the other was a healing drink. Neither one had a nice taste to it.

"We should let her sleep," she added, after her body floated down and placed itself gently on one of the couches, "It looks like a head wound, though. I'm glad that Drows are stronger than humans."

((Excuse the pure OOC...just walk into my house...we're friends, right? Oh, whatever...let's just pretend xd ))