[h1]Lyn's Hunt[/h1]

[h2]Group 4: [u][b]Paich[/b][/u] [/h2]

While the female wiggled and squirmed, trying to get upright quickly. Her feet touched the side and started ever slowly to pull her to one side. It wasn’t fast enough while Leith’s water swirled and hovered above her. Meanwhile the male was hard at work. His paws shoving harder and faster, trying to edge to his mate. A small mound of dirt appeared  just when Leith's water  shot down. Abruptly there was a blur of movement, the dark grey mingled and streaked at the water causing it to scatter in all directed before impact.  The water had missed the female as the male shot out of a hidden hole then sprang in between it and the female, his shell suffering a minor crack from the drill  before attacking it. As originally intended, the Paich managed to smack the female’s side allowing her to roll onto her belly and vanish into the nearest ground. 

Despite what seemed like a failed attack, Leith’s attack had managed to injury the male leaving a small smear of blood behind. 

As Summer aided Leith out of the makeshift trap, Meirin channeled her aeromancy right into the hole. Wind whipped and howled through the various paths moving through the area they were in. Several tunnels collapse as they left behind several inch deep gutters riddling their battle grounds and revealing each single hole that was carefully hidden by blowing out the loose dirt blocking the entrance. Deep within these pathways, the male and female both cling tightly to roots and buried their claws into  the soft dirt. It wasn’t a firm hold so when the others left Meirin alone, two Paich promptly were shot out of their holes. 

One came out from behind where Meirin had leapt and within striking range. When she came down, her spear skirted the side and pinned the creature to the ground. However, one thing she might notice was the creature’s back stopped her weapon from escaping out the other side. Like an armored beetle, its hide was too tough for normal weapons to penetrate and she had gotten lucky in her attack. If she had hit directly on its back, her blade would’ve had no effect save pinning it down and making it tighten into a half ball for protection. It would’ve been like trying to kill a turtle curled up in his shell.  

If she was fast enough, she could easily send it into a local tree where the creature would be stun enough for her to finish the job. Meanwhile, the female was directly across from Meirin’s location and would quickly vanish when the girl spotted her spell. 


[h2]Keri vs Ellys[/h2]

Ellys didn’t hesitate or reply, she reacted. Her tail smacked the vampire about the knees, coiling about and twisting her until she was within striking distance. Immediately the Naga’s tail constricted. Pressure was applied as Keri’s bones started to crack and break, the right leg the first to buckle under her strength. The snake like tail slithered about and gained height, reaching her waist and soon her torso and arms if Ellys wasn’t stopped. The Naga’s head tilted back then opened her mouth, revealing two pointed fangs. She intended to use her venom to paralyze the woman while she went after the child, making Keri helpless. 

[u][center][h2]Catacombs[/h2][/center][/u]


Lyamis spotted a  few ridge hounds that had been darting down the corridors their claws clicked and body bouncing closer in a rush. Immediately  the male naga lifted his  spear and angled it  into a downward jab when the vermin came charging in.  

Lyamis and several Naga reared, their weapons at the ready, when the wall a few meters away crashed apart. A man, tall and thick, trampled through the dust and brick foundation. His boots brought him quickly out into the most of battle. The jittery female Ssarak had encountered had shifted and almost whipped out her tail, reacting in her extreme beer Lyamis snapped out an order. It was a mere warning glare, his body raised an additional foot over the average Yarsomere human as he let out a soft warning hiss. 

Young naga were over emotional, their mind still trying to adjust, and so they were given leeway. However older Naga behaving in such a way were frowned upon and seen to be childish.  Lyamis’ eyes narrowed on Ssarak, silently asking him where he learned the information and deep inside he knew. Marya. The fact she was sharing things about their inner structure unsettled the male as he made a fast pace jab upon an nearby ridge hound. The thing crumbled easily. 

Lyamis wasn't fond to learn this Tyrael had become vicious and unreliable. If he had known it was the Karnage he had met from long ago, the very fallen Orc who was a deep friend to his sister and her sole responsibility and one who's judgement they trusted in taking Marya to the college then Lyamis would've been wondering if it was the right decision after all. He loved his sister as much as a Naga was able, but her failure in duties and relaxed tongue concerned him greatly. 

He kept his thoughts to himself when he sliced another ridge hound at the leg, sending its fellows to viciously rip into it.