Moonlit Darkness

[Red Mage Black]

Riyuken looked around for the hidden sniper. "Everyone stay in a tight circle", he shouted as unsheathed his blade. He set his sword down into the ground. "I summon the Guilt Legion!" In a shot of flames, 6 knight like entities appeared with rapiers, a red like color glowed underneath them. "Passive", he told the legion and the color under them went from red to blue. The legion surrounded the group like bodyguards with rapiers up waiting for Riyukens orders.

[Bosolai]

Sarius was getting confused. First, there was a suprise. Someone came out of the bush. Friends say be quiet. No noise make. Next thing he knew, there was a dead man with an arrow in his back. Fighting! I can fight! Need to stay quiet. Sarius brought out both of his axes, and said, "Friends, what are we do? Arrow came from that way." He pointed in front of him. "I hear footsteps. Lots of running. Not fast enough to outrun Sarius. Friends want Sarius kill, or Sarius stay quiet?"

[Syka]

Syka got back up and shook his head clear. "Ow that hurt a little," he said as he cast a minor curative spell on himself. "That asshole is dead!" He started to cast like crazy in the general vicinity of the arrow; fire, lightning, ice, and even a few water spells. But there was no sign of the sniper being hit. He cursed under his breath as another arrow drove itself right into Syka's shoulder. Syka just sighed, cast another cure spell, then told the group (Sarius in particular), "I'm going in, who wants to help?"

[Raiden]

Thomas lifted his seven foot sword up, and began to run point. He managed to hear the arrow come flying, and saw the general direction it was coming from.

"I'll take point. Sarius, come help. Syka, stay behind Sarius. He can take an arrow better than you can. The rest of you, try and find out if anyone else is walking around."

With a great swing, Thomas's sword flashed out. Thanks to his razor hanging around his neck, the sword flashed out, slicing down the thick trees like they were nothing. He was clearing a path through, partly so that Sarius could fit. He was a small man by no means.

[ThanosOfTitan321]

Pyriss takes out his long bow. "Thank you for saving me, anything I can do to help?" His eyes beam around the forest surrounding them. "Theres more than one being that was chasing me, we ought to be careful."

[Red Mage Black]

"I'll follow you", he said walking towards Syka. The chaos knights immediately surrounded Riyuken following his very movement. Hearing something in the bushes he sent the legion in the direction. "Attack", he said as the knights literally flew into the woods seeking out the enemy.

(ooc: No one but Riyuken can control the knights because he holds their crest. Its also no use talking to them because they dont have voices and only follows his order.)

[Syka]

"Movement," Syka yells. He fires a blast of ice at it and the group hears a scream. "Yes, about time I actually hit something." He then casts a protect spell on the entire group. "Almost forgot I could do this, the sniper won't have it so easy this time."

[Bosolai]

Sarius was calm, as he was one of the few in the group who could survive a poison arrow on physical regeneration alone. "Why rush so much? If we kill attacker, we only remove splinter from foot. If we follow attacker, we get leg out of cactus." Sarius spun his blades around, gripping them to charge their enchantments. "And more bad guys to beat up." He laughed, swinging his axes at the forest in front of him.

[The Darth Vader]

Erik followed the group as they moved forward, a little afraid of the skirmish about to commence. Looking around, he saw everyone had a very determined look on their faces, and wondered what he was doing here again. "Look out!" he yelled, as a large furry thing came crashing out of the trees in front of them, barely dodging Thomas' sword stoke, but not missing Syka's fire spell. Aflame, the beast threw itself to the ground, desperately trying to extinguish the flames.

[Wjolf]

'For a berserker, Sarius sure has a lot of useful thoughts,' Kyran mindspoke to her companions. She padded off into the bushes on the right side, almost immediately seeing an archer preparing his next shot. She lunged, and caught his left arm above the elbow, and ripped into his yielding flesh. Yelping in pain and shock, the archer's arrow went up, instead of into the intended target. Wrestling him down to the wet ground, the white wolf ripped out the man's throat and leaped over the cooling carcass to catch up with her companions.