[u]Orleah[/u] Orleah was surprised to see Tyrael enter with Rathel, one of Khan’s favorites at his very heels. The Demon seemed less chatty then usual but when she looked closer, she noticed his faced had been dented in slightly and that likely accounted for the lack of voice. However she knew something was wrong. Mainly because Tyrael shouldn’t have been able to bind Rathel because the runes prevented such attempts but she had little time to examine that now, her eyes caught the large object in her peripheral view about to crush her. Instantly she braced expected to feel her bones break from the impact. It never happened. Her eyes peeked open to view the fallen orc rush forwards and bash the object into pieces, much to her relief. It was short lived when the demonomancer turned his sight upon her as her arm slashed downwards, cutting off her useless leg just to return to her once more brand new. The wind was knocked out of her as she had hit the ground, her back stung and the bastard’s hands wrapped over her face and neck. Unlike Rathel, Olreah wasn’t about to be bounded to another Demonomancy now that she was freed. When she tried to lash out with her clawed hand, vines immediately ensnared her and pulled they together above her head effectively nulled the threat of her claws. Her leg, with knee spike aimed at seemed to be her own leg she sliced it off easily creating a smaller version of herself. The little mirror image giggled then leapt high to slice her claws across Tyrael’s back. It might not have caused heavy damage yet it would at least draw blood and distract while she kicked out at his underbelly. Head pulled high enough to speak, her tone a slight flirty one, directed at the fallen orc. “Nice try handsome…however, not much for being on bottom in this little dance.” [u]Sam[/u] Even Sam’s old eyes could see Alaira tap into the Rune’s power, the very stone he had the thoughtfulness to toss and allowed her instincts to do the rest. It was a gamble on his part, but one that had paid off well. He watched the student unleash her magic upon the demon in such strength and violence, Sam’s old eyes couldn’t tolerate the light which turned the creature into dust as even its remains burned away. All that was left was the hollow thump of the mask that landed upon floor and rattled until it was suddenly crushed by Alaira’s foot. It was little surprise the half elf crumbled to her one knee, her body dripped with blood and exhausted from her over use of magic. Before Sam could put his arms up to catch her, she felt to the floor in a massy heavy and passed out, her last words meek and inaudible to his aged ears. For a moment, Sam stood there in stun silence. Part of him thought he had killed her or provided the means for her own demise while he just froze there, his eyes widened in shock. His slightly balding head jerked when a guard shouted, their number slowly gained the upper hand as they pushed back the remaining demon back into the hall. Some men had started to stack slain demons in a morbid wall which blocked the doorway and spear pointed any creature which gotten past the improvised barrier then allowed them to add to it. In a short time they had piled up higher and higher. Sam bent down to check Alaria’s pulse when he spotted a blue flash dart toward and over the fleshy wall’s beginnings before it disappeared. [i]What was she thinking?[/i] He mentally question as he realized who had darted pass the barrier then back into the fray. Unfortunately he couldn’t just dart after her, not with two to three students down and a ward filled with injured or dead. His eyes shifted to see some of the guardsmen begin to pile the fallen toward the far wall. Most were covered with bloodied sheet as some bed ridden patients had started to be moved towards where Sam was positioned in a hope to get them out of the way. Sam pointed at two of the men who pushed the dead aside then pointed to Alaira, relieved she was still alive. “Get her into the room. Violet, you and the others, bring in the other wounded while I get the vials. We’ve got several students with blood sickness.” Without another word, the healers nodded then stepped over the fallen to tend to the living. The two men hauled up Alaira and pulled her into the room where they placed her body upon the crumbled bed remains. One jerked his head towards an infant’s wailing sounds. He looked at his companion then they both made their way towards the source, the latter paused long enough to shout at Sam. “Samuel, we’ve got someone here. We’re not sure if she’s…” Sam had just reached the vial box when his eyes caught the student they had mentioned. His eyes focused upon Mar, her body still and seemed lifeless. There wasn’t even a movement to sooth young Lyn as his heart jumped into his throat, dread washed over in a wave that seemed to drown him. Her eyes were closed under her pale lids and skin eroded away in places, enough that muscle had been revealed through patches scattered upon her body. Gingerly he stepped towards her. His hands clasped over the box, it creaked in protest from his grip, when he stopped abrupt right beside the student’s body. Slowly he lowered to one knee. One hand reached with two fingers, only to pull back, slightly frightened of what he would discover. Finally pushed through his courage and gently touched two fingers upon Mar’s neck. He waited for several seconds. One... Two… Three… Ba-bump… Sam let out a small, relieved laugh when he felt the Naga’s pulse jump under his fingers. The old man pulled back up, his eyes looked to meet the men’s curious and worried looks. “She’s alive, but unless we treat those students, none of them will be for long!” He placed the box down then took a sheet, slightly bloodied and stained, then ripped off a clean chunk to wrap little Lyn into a bundle. Sam motioned for a guard to hold Lyn and added. “Take her to the far corner and keep her there. She’s safest as there are thick walls and there’s only one entrance,” He then turned to the other guard, “You, take this and pour it down Alaira’s mouth…No, no arguments. She’s too weak to punch you or any other such nonsense. I’ll help Althalus.” In a flash, almost like the blue blur which vanished earlier, Sam had pushed both Lyn and the vial their respected guard then was off to help Althalus.