[i]Zande's vulture had a name. She was called Ezili. And it just so happened that Ezili would have been sitting right on the rafter Tanya had alighted upon. The bird turned to look at the woman who had just flown up beside her. A moment passed. Then her eyes bulged with ridiculous surprise. Ezili was so startled she just comically froze, beak agape. Spotters weren't supposed to get this close. At any rate, she would have missed her cue to warn Zande.

Back on the ground, Zande watched his prey zip up the wall with eyes as sharp as those of his bird. He had fought many spellcasters, but this was a new style he hadn't seen before. He watched with utter bewilderment as his prey somehow managed to pop a squat right beside his helper. But also, it looked like she had been throwing black shit off of her along the way. What could it be? Something sliced his left ear in two. A hot pain streaked down his back. Several somethings clattered on the floor. Arrows!? Without sparing a second Zande tore his battleaxes free from his belt and held the broad, seven pound blades up before his face and body like a pair of small shields. Just in time. Several more feathers rattled against the axes. He had recieved a good slice on the back. In that moment, Zande decided to no longer fuck around. If his spotter was killed, he'd truly be in danger. Without a second pair of eyes his options would be cut right in half. He sat down his right axe just long enough to remove a flask from his belt and gulp down the contents. Like his cloak, the flask had a skull and crossbones emblazoned upon it. In his homeland it was known as a super Zamorak brew, named after the dark god of chaos. As its effects began to take hold of him, he darted silently over to another corner across the room where his tribal mask lay. A black steel faceplate, which he put on only in certain situations that required him to briefly lose himself. If he reached it, then no sooner than he had strapped it on would the power of the brew hit him full force. 

The cannibal would hunch over, vomiting violently upon the floor. His lean muscles heaved and twitched as spasms shook his body. Tanya would be able to easily notice him at this point. The lanky man, now more closely resembling some sort of wretched demon, threw back his head and howled. Streams of blood would run down the beastial warrior's mouth and streak his chest.[/i]