The Elementals IC

[Dsnake1]

The man on Salama's shoulder began to stir as they progressed further into the forest. He could still barely lift his head even though his wounds had nearly healed at a miraculously fast pace. Salama knew this was the work of a skilled water bending healer. Salama saw the man slowly look from side to side and then heard the feeble half-whisper of a question.

"Did that help?"

The voice cut out near the end, but Salama understood the meaning.

"We're not sure. There were quite a few religious zealots on the other side of that wall. The shrapnel that the ball threw could have just as easily missed some as hit them. In either regard, you were weak, and as a result, your power wasn't full strength. I wasn't hit by any of it, so I can't say it wasn't strong. Basically, it could have, and what counts is that you tried. Now get some rest."

With that, Salama quickened his pace and walked up to Trinity at the front of the pack.

"Do you think the others know how to get where we're going? No offense, but I'd rather not be stuck in a forest without the two guys fighting back near the town. I believe that there's strong enough people here to defend us, but I'd rather not try to take down another god without them. Besides, I think they're our only earth benders, and those can be of great value, especially when trying to get out of bad weather."

Salama knew she Trinity probably wouldn't pick up on his subtle flirting, but he wasn't quite sure how else to go about it. He hadn't exactly had experience in the field before.

[Rtron]

Gregor cursed as he saw Rune injured, then slammed his mace into yet another attacker. "Okay...Time to leave.." He grunted as one of the men came at him with a sword and attempted to kill him through brute force. Blocking and holding the man off, Gregor slammed his foot on the ground, and a pillar came up and slammed into the mans head with a sickening crunch and snap. The man fell to the ground, his head lolling. Most likely dead. Gregor ran over to run, just as his own wall came crumbling down and a horde of angry earth benders began renewing their attack. "Right, before they kill us both, we're leaving!" Gregor shouted, slamming up a temporary wall, then grabbing Rune and sinking into the ground.


They popped up a distance away from the benders who slammed through his wall and looked around perplexedly as they found no one there. Gregor scanned the horizon, found the rest of their little group then sank into the ground again, bringing Rune with him. They popped up in front Salama as he was asking his question. Gregor chuckled tiredly. "Good to know our services are appreciated Salama. Brings joy to my heart to know that I'm an expert at bad weather repealing. Also, Rune here took a spike to the shoulder." Gregor used his mace as a make shift walking stick, tired now that the original battle rush was gone.

[souleaterfan320]

yizori stirred once again. his wounds were heal, but he had many bruises. he let himself off of salama's shoulder, and held his hand out to gregor "your skills are admirable."

[souleaterfan320]

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[Xikari chan]

Trinity kept her eyes forward, thinking intensely about Rune, slightly worrying about him. "I know they'll catch up, I just hope they're unharmed." She hadn't noticed his subtle flirting. When Gregor came from the ground with Rune, leaning on his mace to support himself up. "Rune!!" She ran to Rune and went to examine his wound. Rune gave her a weak smile. "Hey... Hey I'm okay Trin, really" He winced a little. "Though it is bleeding a lot, I would've been toast out there if it weren't for Gregor" They were approaching the clearing in the forest. "Where is that water bender??" Trinity looked back in their group.

[Rtron]

Gregor nodded to Yizori. "Pardon me if I don't shake your hand, I fear if I do I'll fall over." He said. The mob was mobilizing, and starting to break off into search parties, looking for the fugitives. The slayer of their earth gods. A group was heading in this direction. To far away to make Gregor and the rest out, but still coming. "Well, since we all prefer not to become dead by way of earth bending, I suggest we move." With that, Gregor began moving onwards. Occasionally checking back to make sure no one else tried to do a last stand, I'll sacrifice myself for the greater good, idiotic move. He didn't have enough energy to keep that persona and himself alive. He was still leaning on his mace. "Right, as soon as I get out of this situation, I'm going to take a nice long big nap. Then, I'll wake up, eat, and take another nap. That will be wonderful. No god killing, fighting, just a nice long nap that will rejuvnate me so I can kill another god with the others help. THere we go, that's a plan." Gregor muttered to himself.

[souleaterfan320]

yizori understood. he saw a search party just about 30 feet away. he spoke" when will the just give up and quit!"
his rage fueled his energy, considering darkness was fueled by hate, he was near full power. he grabbed a few arrows, covered them in dark energy, and released them at the search party, killing most, injuring some of them.
"you guys go! ill lag behind to cover you, and then catch up."
two more groups were heading in his direction. " i've always wanted to try this," he said, as he summoned up dark energy. they took the form of tentacle like things, from his back, and shot through the ground. they came back through over underneath the search parties' feet, like spikes, killing most of them instantly, but still some survived and were pursuing.
"persistent little buggers"
he used a fraction of the strength he had left to make an energy bomb like before, and hurled it at them.
he took off towards the group as the ball sent shrapnell everywhere, taking out ten more followers. there were at least a hundred or more still following them. he caught up to the group, saying" well,i hope that helped."

[Rtron]

Gregor glanced back at the horde coming after them. "I really can't do much. I've got nothing left in the tank. I could maybe a wave of spikes to hit them in the sides for a few moments to buy use precious time, but that's about it. " He commented, watching as the mob grew closer. "Right, Trinity, I would much appreciate it if you showed off your bending skill to create a few roasted angry earth bender religious nuts so that they'll back off. Cause I don't feel like becoming a crushed smith stain on the ground when they get here. Why do I think that's going to happen you ask? Well mainly because they don't look friendly, and-" Gregor ducked, dodging a flying earthen spike. "They're already throwing nasty and unfriendly things at us." Gregor gestured with his hands, and a little wave of earthen spikes hit the mob in the side, sending dozens flying and killing others. He kept it going for a few minutes before letting it go with a slight gasp, leaning heavily on his mace. "Right, that's all I got left." He muttered.

[Dsnake1]

Salama watched from the back of the group, waiting for the right time to move. He watched darkness consume the bodies of some and the sanity of more, the instant effect causing some of the religious zealots to turn on each other in confusion and fear. Salama then saw spikes of rock and hard soil flying through the air, impaling those stupid enough to get close. When both of these attacks' effects seemed to stop affecting the group's pursuers, Salama stepped forward.

With a shout, Salama ripped off two punches, each sending a small charge of black lightning towards the group, then dropped low to the ground and sent off a high powered arc of lightning with a sweeping kick. Salama continued to throw punches and kicks, mainly short and choppy with bursts and flashes of lightning. As the lightning started to reach the mob, screams filled the air. Not only was the lightning frying those close to the bolts, but it was traveling from the original victim to the nearest target and so on until each individual bolt ran out of power. Some were only injured, some were slightly shocked, but most were dead or dying.

A glazed look had filmed its way over Salama's eyes, a look that meant death. It was evident he wouldn't quit until every zealot was dead. Punches and kicks, knees and elbows, even the sporadic stomp all contributed to the dance of death. Black streaks of lightning were flying through the air, killing, maiming, and stunning.

Salama's brow was furrowed and dripping, but he continued on, sending bolt after bolt, to into what he was doing to realize he was wearing himself out. His breath grew ragged, almost to a pant as his movements grew a little less crisp. When Salama realized his bolts weren't killing on impact, he stopped for a split second, standing peacefully, before jumping off the ground, bringing his hands together over his head, then swinging his hands as if he had a ax which he wanted to drive into the ground. A large black lightning bolt ripped out of the sky, striking the core of the religious, vengeance filled mob. The thunder was loud enough to shake leaves on the trees. Salama slumped to his knees, then to his face, totally spent.

[souleaterfan320]

Yizori ran to salama, picked him up, and took off towards the group. " I know. A place we can rest. Follow me! These followers wony find it. " he started running towards the area he talked about.