The Drow mother's scream pierced Takeshi's ears as she doubled over in the mud hopeing to escape the intense pain. Forgetting her dropped child, she wailed in anger and pain, but was silenced as Takashi pulled his spear out of her abdomen and delivered her death blow to the head. Smiling a wicked smile of satisfaction, Takashi's boot came down upon the infants' neck. He pushed through the slight resistance of it's squishy flesh and bone, hearing the crunch as it gave out under his weight and feeling the splatter of it's blood on his boot. Takashi looked around to see victims on both sides wail in death throws, seeing and feeling the heavy smog of the fires that raged, and the blood, intestines, and bodys that lay strewn about. 

 Another scream pierced the veil and Takeshi awoke in a sweat, his heart pounding and hands clammy. He gasped for breath as his eyes darted from side to side. Grabbing his chest with his sweaty hands he tried to calm his frantic heart. He began to remember where and who he was and issued a prayer to Dwayna. Realizing the second scream to be real, he breathed a final heavy sigh and getting up began to look for it's origin. 
 
 Takeshi finally found it's source. A certainly strange sight for the time of night it was. He approached the group, three of whom were the ones staying with him at his cabin, and here it seemed was the strange woman who had arrived a few days ago. Though unable to speak with her as of yet, the monk had heard many rumors of her and wished to talk with this troubled elf. As he approached though his heart was struck by what must have been a bolt of lightning. 

 He gazed upon the young maiden Akira, troubled by the sight he saw. It seemed as though the moon itself gazed down upon this young woman as to gain a glimpse of her beauty. His heart quickened it's pace as he saw her silver white hair shimmer in the moons light. Her pale blue eyes glistening as she hid the hint of a tear growing in those divine eyes. Her lips alluring, her body ravishing, and her skin pale from her trauma glowed in the moon's humble light. Takeshi swore that day that Lysis and Isis were but thorns to this rose. 

 Takeshi swiftly approached Akira, taking her hands in his and staring deeply into those divine pale blue eyes. Dear Akira! Will you bear my child? he asked in a hopeful voice.