[u]E'docsil[/u]

Pure rage. Pure, unadulterated rage flooded through E'docsil's body. The murderer of her sister was [i]right in front of her[/i]. Her master's voice hissed in her mind [i]Control yourself.[/i] She, of course, ignored it. She had her enemy right in front of her and she was going to kill him. The Fake Tyrael's skin visibly rippled as she hissed at Grey. [i][b]"Murderer. [i]Murderer[/i]. MURDERER!"[/b][/i] he shrieked, pushing against Grey's shield. [b][i]"YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER![/i][/b]" The Fake Tyrael's muscles seemed to bulge as she increased the strength of the form, claws gripping into the side of the shield and trying to rip it from his grasp. 

[u]Grey's axe[/u]

[i]Mortal, what have you done. She's normally so composed. Mock her with it. Angry people make mistakes. Mistakes we can capitalize on.[/i]

[b]Aramir[/b] 

The Snow Elf paused, confusion crossing her face as she heard herself shrieking, and then Tyrael's deep roar to kill the Naga. It wasn't just her imagination on hearing her own voice, as the Yarosmerian man beside her frowned at her in confusion. Aramir slowly stopped firing, wary about what was going on. Something wasn't right. Besides, she was nearly out of arrows. It seemed like no matter how many times she wounded a Ridge Hound and it was tore apart by it's companions, there were always more. She had her knife, but fighting the animals that were nearly her size was not a prospect she relished.

She'd have to make her next shots count. She couldn't even see the Naga, much less even think about killing them, so she focused on the much more imminent threat of the Ridge Hounds. She began firing at the larger, more dangerous looking ones, intent upon having them torn apart by their pack mates.


[u]Mackendrick and Co.[/u]

Mackendrick's head tilted slightly to the side as Annabeth and her horse disappeared. "Deal with the Elf berserker. I'll find our invisible prey."  The scarred man grunted a reply, heading off towards Alaira with a mad glint in his eye. Mackendrick himself lifted a gloved hand and pressed into his wrist, holding very still. His eyes tracked where the arrows were coming from, estimating movements and delays. The girl didn't have that powerful of a bow, not from horse back, and the arrows were appearing long after the twang of the bow over the pounding of the hooves. He walked closer to the sound of the hooves, moving like a blur. Two daggers gleamed in his hands as he drew closer and closer too the hooves. Any arrows launched at him simply side stepped or sliced out of the sky with impossible speed. 

Once he was right next to the pounding hooves, he lashed out with his daggers, intent upon hamstringing the horse and bringing it down.

The scarred man stopped in front of ALaira, a grin on his face. "Step right up, step right up, face the greatest warriors Tiien has ever had! The fastest blade in the Spine of the Forest, the strongest Orc in the Holds, The Champion of the dragon-men, the fist fighter with a thousand kills to his bare hands! Take your pick, for anyone of the can kill you!" He held out his hands wide, clearly waiting for Alaira to choose someone. 

There was a buzzing sound next to Summer's ear, and the knight's brother reformed. "I see you control the forest as well. But do you listen to it?" He asked, head tilted to the side. Suddenly he sighed. "No matter. You're going to have to die anyways. My brother will take care of your friend." He hefted his axe and swung down at Summer, hoping to make it a quick smash of her skull.

[i]Leith's ring[/i]

[i]Mackendrick is the masked man. Many talents, many abilities, but they can overheat. The knight is a vampire hunter. No magic abilities, but he traded his soul for the power to fight his most hated foe. His brother is a mage, a Herbamancer. The swarm works together, but is confused when broken apart. The scarred madman challenging Alaira is technically two twins merged together. One was a Necromancer, the other a Vitamancer. They have lost their sense of self, but have gained so many other identities.[/i]

[b]Althalus[/b]
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"Stupid fucking..!"[/color] Althalus made an unintelligible sound of anger, loading his crossbow. He had told Annabeth to run. What does she do? Turn invisible and hope that running around and firing arrows won't lead people to her position. With Lyn just waiting to be caught in the crossfire. Now there was a target moving too fast for him to shoot, a knight moving to finish off Keri, and another stranger standing over a student ready to bash her skull in. Alaira would have to handle her own in a fight with the madman, and he certainly wasn't going to be able to hit the masked man. That left the axe wielding maniac. 

Althalus took a few steps to get closer to range, aimed his crossbow, and fired the bolt. It ripped through the chest of the man, leaving a gaping hole that seemed to buzz at the edges before rapidly beginning to repair. He stumbled a step back, giving Summer more time, before recovering and starting to swing down again.

[u]Uicle[/u]

The Necromancy teacher, after being beaten about and looking even more haggard than usual, walked quickly into the infirmary. [color=598527]"Sorry I didn't get here sooner, I was trampled by a group of Orc students, hit by a falling beam, impaled by a knife flying from it's hilt, knocked over by my own golem, and hit in the head with enough rocks that I'm pretty sure it counts as a small landslide. In short, Aarem is being a particular bastard today."[/color] He gave only the briefest of glances to Mar's writhing and shifting body. [color=598527]"What do you need me to do to her? It appears that a Vitmancer has decided they really don't like her. And since Lidda isn't doing anything, I assume it's not her. I, unfortunately, am a Necromancer Hydromancer. I can't do much more than tell you that whoever is doing this is aiming for pain."
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