The call: It transcended time, space and logic. I was unused to hearing voices in my head other than my own. It was invasive and almost offensive. I could feel the deep recesses of my darkest thoughts being pierced by the one man who owned my soul. He speaks. His tone cannot be discerned simply. It is directed at me, but at others simultaneously. I feel the heat of battle crawling up the hairs of my neck, they are undeniable. Death draws near and the smell of blood catches my senses.

I find them: the others. They stare into the face of death and yet do not approach it. I cannot agree with their sense of nobility and grace. The order was absolute. The enemy seek us with their unrelenting eyes and gratuitous slaver. The imperceptible growl within the throat of one is not missed on me. I sense it. I feel it as it breaks the natural sound waves around me. The sound grows deeper; its intent, unmistakeable.

I can see the wolves original target. He is of little consequence to me. His current state would have me imagine he came here on a passing whim. One, having done so should have expected to die, but his folly would surely have shown him the true lesson of moderation. To have no concerns, desiring nothing made infinite sense.

I feel something unusual. There is a foreign pull of energy amassing in one of our foes. There is no special markings upon him to indicate his difference, but he is the core. He is the essential one-sixth of a potentially deadly foe. As I watch the pattern of his movement, he is alerting the others.

One catches my attention. He leaps and bounds toward my larger companion, the owner of Heaven's Fall. But it is futile, he is not fast enough. Like a kiss on the wind, I can see the direct route of the creature's assault. He is no match for me. I dash to cover my comrade's unprotected back and stand forth in the path of the creature. His onslaught cannot be stopped. I hear my music now. Flowing River sings for me. Her tunes of light grace fill my body. I reach for her and it is over in a moment. I cannot see the speed of the blade as it strives forth from its hilt to surprise its target. However, I can feel the spray of its life juices splatter over me, revitalising my senses.

I care not that I can no longer see through my eyes smeared heavily with blood as it streaks over my eyes. I turn to the others now. Their ignorance would be their disadvantage.

"The enemy's mergence is imminent. The third to the left is the core. He is the one to watch. We remove parts of the puzzle, we break the product."

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