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[Gangui]

Zi'da 55
Morning time.

Through the fog, the City of Stone finally appeared as a shadowy visage devoid of all detail. Tiny, elegant snowflakes softly descended from the heavens in a stillness that had been all but forgotten. Anticipation of this moment had him smiling ear to ear, filling his body with a natural warmness that would make anyone forget about the cold. Excessive amounts of vapor faded into the foggy atmosphere from the only exposed part of his fur covered body. The soft clattering of his own steed's hooves was the only sound that penetrated the otherwise still atmosphere. A sea of frost capped green leafy plants led him the believe he was amidst the state's farming lands. Ignorant to the local preference to not trample over crops, he lead his horse directly over these fields at a trot.

Everything was going well and soon Gangui would arrive in Etzos, however fate had other plans. Suddenly, dozens of hooves could be heard to the south. Stopping in his tracks, the wild-man sat up on his horse and perked his ears towards the potential threat coming his way. Normally, on a clear day, one would be able to spot an individual at such a sort distance. However, in the fog it was impossible to tell if friend or foe approached. Drawing his long-sword from a fur scabbard the warrior waited, breathing deeply and focusing more on the moment at hand.

After a tantalizing minute of waiting in suspense, the riders appeared out of the fog. They halted noisily once they saw the fur clad barbarian with steel shining. Immediately, Gangui realized that they were a group of four Aukari Occultists clad in battered leather armor and dark tattered clothing. Their mounts equally as black and gaunt. Looks of surprise and confusion blanketed their faces, before the sounds of steel echoed through the icy field.

"Ädà dithlánis hür'iphs?" Their spokesperson announced a secret question in Vauni to test the wild-man's allegiance. They believed him to be an ally for some reason, perhaps it was his Aukari lineage or some other facts unknown to him.

Regardless, Gangui answered with an egregious rebuff, "Ina'vas tom äl Faldrun!"

Disdain and hatred filled the Occultists, who glanced back and forth at each other to confirm their unified attack on the lone rider. The group kicked their horses forward without a second thought and charged Gangui with swords high in the air.

[Nightshade Eld]

To Nightshade it was just another average day in the area she called home. She'd built up a habit of sorts of patrolling the area's around Etzos whenever she had the free time. The Aukari had only seemed to get worse and worse when it came to their nonsense and their worship of the flaming asshole of the Immortal pantheon. Those that she had dubbed the insane Aukari continued to attack without any kind of provocation other than to please their god. There could be many that you could say the same of, twisted into the right words you could even say that about Night. But she attacked bandits and those who attacked her first. The Aukari seemed to have no reservations in who or what they attempted to slaughter. That much had been certain during the many attacks that Etzos had faced after the battle at Tried's Tomb. Her blood boiled for a moment just thinking of that horrible events. Of course she didn't refer to all Aukari, some were rather pleasant and good friends. She just meant those that were insults to their own race attacking the innocent and causing mayhem.

Thanks to the blanket of white that coated the land down below it was harder than usual to see anything. Her eye sight was sharp, but the fog was thick and unyielding lending anonymity to many who wandered in it's grasp. The beautiful greens had been left behind in Saun, similarly the enchanting oranges and reds and browns had fallen when Vhalar passed. Now the only thing that was left were the most cold resistant of plant irking out a survival. Their dark green was usually painted by a light layer of white, each leaf on every plant gently kissed by the frost and sent to sleep so they may wake and sprout when the beautiful spring like weather of late Ashan returned. Thoughts of her birth season once again did nothing but make her bitter.

She banished her thoughts for a moment when she caught the sparkling of steel down in the forest below her. The half breed, intrigued and frankly rather bored with her current situation, swooped low over head trying to figure out what was about to go down. Her view was met with a scene of what was about to become a fierce battle as the Occultists were now starting to approach Gangui. Their ill intent was rather evident with how they brandished their weapons, their eyes glinted with a vile expression that Night had seen one too many times. Finally when she got a good look at everything below her she swept her body close enough to be noticed, the mist above making her hard to differentiate from a bird who's shadow was made bigger by the position of the barely there anymore sun. "Tsk, tsk. When are these asses going to learn to stop attacking people around the Etzos area. You seem like you can handle yourself, but there are an awful lot of them. You wouldn't be interested in a little help would you?" She asked Gangui with a playful smile. She didn't like killing, but this man seemed to be an okay and these Occultists couldn't be reasoned with. It had been a while since she'd had a decent conversation with someone who didn't want to chop her head off or make her into their pet.

Before Gangui could produce an answer arrows were already starting to fly and the Occultists were charging the pair. Night of course flung herself into the air her hand flying to Red Brand as her first line of defense. "How petty," she muttered, "pathetic and disgusting, I hate people like you the most in this terrible world. Assholes like you are the reason I still have to fight, do me a favor and just die!" She spat at the Aukari before swinging her blade down at one. She didn't quite get the slash on the neck she was hoping for, but the blade easily slipped into the eye of the fierce foe. There was the sound of flesh being ripped as the blade passed through with a slight whirring noise. The ringing entered her ears and she felt light headed as the man before her started to gush out his life through his eye. He fell off his mount with a terrible scream. There was a small flicker of pity in her eyes as she looked down at the fool, but the battle field was no place for mercy. She walked over placing her foot against his head. A small crack and he was gone, swift deaths were the only kind of mercy she could deliver.

She glanced over at her new companion to see how he was doing with his own mess.

[Gangui]

Descending from above, a magnificent creature appeared through the fog. Her appearance caused a jolt of misguided energy to crawl up Gangui's spine. An intense, probing aura seemed to emanate from the winged being. Respite followed by darting eyes made the air heavy and tense. For what seemed an eternity, none of the actors could judge whether Nightshade Elm was friend or foe. The creature was graceful and fragile looking, but her talons and black wings filled Gangui's mind with many question and strangely caused a sharp pain in his left knee.

The sight and sound of an incoming projectile brought the wild-man's focus back into the game. Instincts kicking in, he duct down narrowly dodging the arrow before kicking his horse into a charge, "Yeaaahh!" He yelled from deep in his stomach.

Everything happened so fast. The gap between the opponents was short and within a second Gangui met their charge. In an untimely manner, he delivered a cut from over his shoulder only to be parried. The force of the reverberating metal shook his arm, leading him to lose balance and almost fall off his horse. Squeezing tightly with his knees, an exasperated torquing of his torso brought him back up into position.

Regaining composer, he reined his horse around and went into the fray again. Squaring off with the same individual, he hollered deeply as rage swelled in his soul Locking eyes with the Aukari, Gangui projected all the murderous emotion that he could. Identical cuts were thrown upon contact. The hilts of their weapons locked together, but the wild-man wanted it more and used his strength to yank the man off his horse.

Reining back around from his second charge, Gangui tried to process what was going on. Nightshade seemed to be doing very well, but before he could make his next move there was a whizzing sound and a sharp pain in his calf. Everything was a blur now. His horse became startled and bucked him off immediately. The sensation of being suspended the air was surreal, seemingly slowing time down. Instinctively, he flung his sword trying to grasp at the thin air. Followed by a loud thud, the pain enveloped him like an reverberating copper gong being smashed with a war-hammer.

[Nightshade Eld]

The half Avriel upon hearing the panicked horse turned to her "ally". Perhaps ally was too strong a word, his actions made the word liability come to mind. "This is going to be a long fight," she muttered to herself quietly trying to get a good understanding of the situation. She flung herself over towards the man slashing at the first Aukari her blade could make contact with. They had all been approaching the man until the half breed appeared, the superior fighter effectively scaring them off for the time being. They watched the duo with caution. They seemed to understand that Night was dangerous considering how quickly she had been able to take out her first foe. The second that she'd lashed out at in her attempt to save her comrade was now on the ground. There was a slash across his neck and he wasn't long for this world. Always merciful she quickly thrust downwards with the tip of her blade, speeding him along and ending the slow death of having his lungs fill with his own blood.

"Been fighting long? If no then I recommend you keep your head low and follow my lead. If you have then it would be wise not to mess up like that again. Don't pull out the arrow, snap the shaft and then try not to force the head any deeper. The kind of arrow they're using is useful in hunting particularly stubborn prey, if you try to rip it out you'll only hurt yourself worse. I'll deal with it when this fight is over," she told the man yanking him to his feet and keeping her words quiet. He couldn't be too worse for the wear than a little winded, though that arrow did have the potential to cause trouble if he was an idiot and tried to go against her instructions.

"Alright you flaming faks! Show me what you got!" She said pushing the man behind her while she brandished her blade. She flared out her wings to their full size and lurched forward slightly. The Aukari seemed to be excited to greet her as one charged her. It tried to swing down it's weapon on top of her head. The half breed was already prepared for something like that and moved out of the way. The blade ever so slightly grazed her wing where she couldn't retract it fast enough. She hissed slightly but it didn't look like there was much damage. A little red started to seep out but thanks to the lack of veins in her wings not much escaped her. "Oh, so that's how it's going to be," she snarled moving forward. Her foe had left himself completely defenseless to her own attacks. The blade easily slipped into his shoulder, evoking a startled screamed from the lips of the Aukari. She continued to force her blade in deeper and finally ripped it out, nearly taking his arm with her. Unfortunately she'd chosen the wrong arm and he wasn't weaponless. On the other hand he was grunting with pain and blood was gushing out of his body.

"You aren't going to live, just let me make this easier on you," she said but the Aukari didn't seem to care. If he was going down apparently he intended to take her with him. Night had no such intention of falling to a foe like this. "Hey horseman!" She cried to Gangui, "You think you can cover my back?" She asked, quickly moving out of the way while an Aukari tried to attack her from behind during her distraction. Her feet wouldn't of been fast enough to dodge such a hit, but a quick beat of her wings and she had thrown herself far from the pair. The man who was trying to attack her simply ended up spearing his own ally. Did that count as her kill? Surely it did.

[Gangui]

Lying around on the farming field was cold and disorienting. Voices sounded off around him, along with the noise of the half-blood's wings. The singular thought of re-arming himself dominated his sense of urgency. Gauntleted hands grasped for a blade, but the only thing he picked up was a fist full of green leaves. A cursed grunt escaped his lips as he jumped up like a cat, landing on his feet ready for an attack. His alertness was not necessary though, because the winged creature stood between him and the enemy. She held them off as they simply cowered in fear of her might.

By the time Gangui's mental processing went back to normal, his eyes bulged at the thought of snapping the arrow. The wild-man bent down and did as Nightshade commanded. It seemed the rational course of action. The head of the arrow wiggled in his flesh when he snapped the shaft. The eerie sensation of blood trickling down his leg into his sock was completely new to him. However, a muffled grunt hinted at the fact that pain was not new to him.

The fight continued with Nightshade at the lead. Gangui's head began to dart all about until the glimmer of steel caught his eye. His horse had trotted fifty yards away by now, so remounting was out of the question. Sprinting towards the weapon proved rather difficult, as his leg was heavily asleep from his wound. The squishing blood in his boot was an awkward sound to listen to; he wondered briefly what would happened to his leg. By the time he retrieved his blade and returned to the action, the half-blood was almost done mopping up the ragged Aukari henchmen. She yelled at the wild-man to get her back, before deftly dodging a spear trust.

Taking advantage of the opponent's distraction, Gangui thrust his free hand forward and yanked the final Aukari rider off his horse, "YeeAAHH!" He hollered, using all his strength.

Straddling the vulnerable man, the wild-man gripped his long-sword with both hands to hack down, "HUYAHH!" The blunt force attack merely dented the man's armor.

"HUUYAHH!" The second swing penetrated flesh accompanied with a shrieking, blood-gurgling wail. His lack of experience proved savagely gruesome though, because he got his blade stuck in the man's knotted shoulder.

"FEK--" Shoving his fur boot into the man's back, Gangui yanked the sword out almost toppling over his own feet in the process. Steam was erupting from the Aukari's wound, as the boiling blood evaporated in Zi'da's cold air. The horrendous screams was a sickening noise, even to the wild-man.

Giving a wide-eyed look towards Nightshade, he shrugged his shoulders before straddling his opponent once again. The last and final hack of the blade finally stopped the wailing lament of the Aukari. All was silent now for a moment, except for the howling winds and hissing steam that emanated from the dead body.

After removing his sword from the Aukari, he noticed that he was entirely covered in blood. The tips of Gangui's auburn beard and his fur clothing were not only wet, but singed and smoking from the peculiar blood of the ill-begotten race.

Turning towards Nightshade, Gangui smiled embarrassingly, "Ha-ha...Thank you... I am new to this..."

Very rudely during her reply to his statement, the wild-man's face lit up in a worrisome expression before he turned around to chase down his horse. Calling out to his mere and sprinting as best as his leg would let him, he clumsily caught the reins. He hugged her head, gave her kisses, and stroke her mane for an entire minute before turning his gaze back towards the blood soaked field.

Hobbling back with horse in hand, he apologized to Nightshade, "My mere is no war-horse,"

Looking up and down, he checked the female figure out. She was lithe, but sculpted like a true warrior. The porcelain tone of her skin seemed to blend in with the fog all around them. The blood colored blade was intriguing and something that the wild-man had never seen before. Gangui would not deny the terrible and frightening impression he had of her, especially her black wings and talon feet. Regardless, he showed no signs of feelings or thoughts of weakness, lest he get dominated by the magical creature.

Not willing to divulge his birth name, he introduced himself with his nomadic name, "I am Red-Hair. Thank you again. I hate Sirothelle,"

[Nightshade Eld]

After the spear man got his weapon stuck in his friend he wasn't hard to deal with.

She watched quietly as the wild man dealt with the last of his own targets. The scream was a bit grating and she couldn't help but flinch slightly. She hated that noise, the noise of something dying and begging for its life. She'd made that noise quite of a couple times in the years she'd existed on Idalos. Luckily she was here today, meaning that she'd escaped with her life. Others could not be as lucky as she.

"Don't worry. I've-" she started but was quickly cut off as the man dashed after his horse. Of course, the horse. "Yes. She looks like she's more of a traveling horse. If you intend to get into fights often you might want to be careful. Maybe get a war horse, or at least train her to be less skittish. Of course both of those can be expensive endeavors. I have to say you handled yourself pretty well. How many fights have you been in? This certainly couldn't of been your very first. I'll be willing to bet not many, but certainly not zero either," she said in a relaxed tone. She didn't seem all too threatened by the blood soaked man even if he was covered in blood. The fact he was drenched was another testament to his lack of skill. Night on the other hand had made mostly clean kills, the only one she had trouble dealing with was the man whose shoulder she nearly hacked off. The only thing covered in blood was her blade except for a small splattering a blood which hit the cloak she wore. The green cloak had yet to gain any blood stains, if that was because a lack of battles in the new garment or skill combined with cleaning technique was uncertain.

She watched his eyes as they gazed up and down her. He wasn't being very discreet. "You know if you meet someone more deadly and malicious than I it might be dangerous to size them up like that," she said with a small laugh. She took a mental note of where his eyes lingered the longest. Of course it was her avian features, that's always where people's gaze seemed to go. But he also stalled on her blade for a moment longer than the rest of her. Interesting. She sheathed the weapon allowing Red Brand to sit next to his pink counterpart that got little use. She really should come up with a name for it. If she was going to name it she had to figure out if this blade was a he or she and that wasn't something she needed to be worrying about in the middle of a conversation.

"You and me both, trouble is the only thing that comes from that place," she said with a shake of her head. "I'm Nightshade. I'm technically a resident of Etzos so obviously I'm not very fond of Sirothelle. You wouldn't happen to need any help getting there would you?" She asked with a tilt of her head. "Oh, before I forget. You wouldn't mind if I check the corpses for any good weapons would you? It's not like they'll need them anymore..."

She took a quick glance at his leg. "Get on your horse. It would be dangerous to try and deal with that out here. We'll stop by the alchemists and I can grab some things to help you out."

[Gangui]

With closed lips, the wild-man licked his teeth and peered at Nightshade with dull, uninterested eyes. Her remarks regarding his report and methods were acute observations, but heavy-hearted pride blocked the acceptance of her facts. Shrugging, he spat on the floor before turning towards his horse. Naturally self determined, Gangui subconsciously wouldn't allow her to dominate their newly founded relationship, nor would he stake a leading role over her. Instead, he had a simple response for her. Untying a large cumbersome sack from his saddle, he opened the container in which two Aukari heads plopped to the floor with a loud thump.

"I've killed before," He lied. Quickly picking up the severed heads by their fiery red hair, he held them up for Nightshade to look into their lifeless eyes. Twisted expressions of pain were still plastered on the faces of the dead men. Their skin was pale, decaying, and already beginning to bloat.

Focusing on placing the heads back in the sack, he muttered, "I meant nothing by looking at you. I have never before seen your.. kind," Taking a deep breath he continued to fidget with the packs on his horse, "The word in the wild is that Eztos is paying for Aukari heads and you've earned yourself three,"

Next, he produced a gourd of water and splashed his face to clean the blood off. "I need to get to Eztos and will take you up on the offer, but before we do that there is work to be done," In Gangui's mind there was obviously no need to vocalize the details that the corpses needed to be looted, heads sawed off, corpses stacked, and enemy mounts gathered up.

Taking a long drag from his bottle, he then offered it to Nightshade as a gesture of friendship, "It's from the Westride, three days ago," Limping over towards the bodies of the dead Aukari, the squishing liquid in his boot felt extremely strange. He peered down at his leg and wandered how dire the wound really was. Shrugging it off, he summed it up to being only pain and that looking strong admits Nightshade was more important.

Bending at the waist in front of the steaming corpse of the Aukari he had slain himself, the wild-man began to methodically saw off it's head. As the tip of his blade penetrated the neck, blood and smoke squirted out rapidly. Once the neck was lacerated wide enough, the blood flowed from the body freely.

Thoroughly it soaked into the thirsty crops that laid under, "...blood makes civilization's grow..." he laughed to himself, remembering the wise words of his late father. Sawing the spinal cord was tedious work, requiring an entire minute of relentless motion. Finally decapitating the carcass, Gangui flung the head towards his own horse with no regard before proceeding with the gruesome ordeal.

[Nightshade Eld]

To have a severed head shoved in her face because of what she could only assume was pride instantly soured her temper. Though she didn't let it show on her face she was quickly getting an idea of who this man was. Certainly he wasn't as savory a character as her hopes had initially led her to believe. "I can tell," she noted in a rather humorless tone. Her eyes narrowed slightly but she didn't step away from the severed part of the corpse. She wasn't sure what he was doing but she wanted him to know they were equals, if he was trying to rule her then she wouldn't stand for it. Instead she waited for him to turn away and remove it from her personal space. She made multiple checks, making sure to keep her expression as neutral as possible. As luck would have it she maintained an aloof nature. The personality of this man kept her worried, she couldn't risk him being a danger to herself so for the time beings she would take a step back and watch how he dealt with the situation.

Her kind? Her kind? Surely he meant no offense by his simple comment but there was a deeply ingrained hate of what such a sentence usually implied. There was a slight flicker of passion in her eyes and a twitch of her wing feathers as she held back the bitter and distasteful anger that danced on her tongue whenever she heard that sentence. The simple pair of words were only spoken in passing, usually in tones of hate and venom. Her entire life it had been used as an insult. Never once had it meant something good. "Yes, my kind," she said in a quiet voice. There was a slight breath of anger at the end of her words. Nothing powerful, but it was enough annoyance to imply the fact that she'd been insulted by the careless remark. Though she doubted this wild man would care very much. Perhaps she wasn't a threat to him? Or maybe he was just another racist ass like everyone else in Etzos. If that was the case then he was certain to fit right in!

"Those words are true. Thanks to the problems Etzos had last season they want as many gone as possible," she said walking over to one of the corpses she had slain. Four, if memory served her correctly then she'd killed four and not three. Nels meant very little to her at the moment though, she could do without the annoyance of toting the extra head along anyway. She didn't bring it up. Night nodded quietly at the implication of work. She started by checking over the corpses of the men she'd taken care of for anything valuable she could find. Good quality weapons, nels they had on their person, any interesting trinkets or books, they might even have medical plants on them if she was lucky. The immortals knew considering her line of work she needed a lot of disinfectant at the end of the day. "I'm not sure if my weapon is the best for cutting off heads," she said glancing at both her swords. The quick and curved blades were good for speed and could make some deep cuts, but she would be here for hours if she actually wanted to try and cut off any of the heads. She sighed bitterly and shook her head. It wasn't like she had it in her anyways. She'd looted corpses but never cut apart anything other than an animal. It felt so strange to chop up anything resembling a human being.

"So what brings you to Etzos? Haven't you heard the rumors lately? It's becoming a spawning ground for the most vile people you can find. There's little those of us with no interest in stabbing each other in the back can do about it," she said trying to make conversation. She glanced up at the man while he issued his answer. She quietly set back about her work once her curiosity was sated.

When he pulled out the bottle and tried to offer it to her she a feeling of dread built in her stomach. Looking at it was almost enough to make her feel woozy. "I've had a lot of bad experiences with alcohol as well as taking drinks from others. I could fill a book with all the bad stories I've collected. I truly mean no offense, but I'd rather not," she said with a weak smile. Something about the idea of drinking really had her tweaked, and she didn't seem scared to admit it. If anything she seemed more worried about offending him because she declined. She didn't have to try and act powerful or strong. She didn't have to try and make sure she wasn't dominated nor did she care about dominating others. The grace and the strength of her nature was something that had always come naturally, be it both a blessing and a bane to her existence under the roof of the Master. "I appreciate the offer though."

The two went about working until she heard him vocalize something else. "True enough, something always has to die if another being wants to live. There can exist no perfect and peaceful utopia. But blood alone is not enough to grow a city. A city that was founded in blood alone will soon start to shed its own in order to sate its hunger. Empires can rise off the back of bloodshed, but soon enough it will tear itself apart from the inside out. Even the Eternal Empire will face that fate, it's as much of a law of life as a civilization that has never tasted blood will become the sacrificial lamb of another. Absorb and devour. Isn't it funny how we mortals and those immortals work? Isn't it funny how even though they claim to be powerful and better, we still have so much in common?" She turned to him with a tilt of her head.

"Ah, of course there I go again running my mouth. I don't mean to bore or confuse, I just forget myself sometimes and blather," she said with a shake of her head quickly closing her mouth. Why waste words when others didn't want to listen? Certainly this man could care less about her stupid musing.

[Gangui]

Gangui shrugged at Nightshade's refusal of his token of friendship and trust. Regardless they both had a mutual understanding that Sirothellian defilers deserved nothing less than death. Although it was a shaky platform to stand on, it was common ground none the less. For lack of a better expression, Gangui would consider Nightshade an "ally" for the time being.

The creature's abstinence from collecting her bounty of severed heads was very peculiar. Gangui could not understand why one wouldn't want to generate more wealth; his mind could not process the notion that getting all messy may not be worth it to someone who already had money. Smiling he took it as a blessing on himself and claimed the heads for himself.

"I've came to Etzos to work," the barbarian said simply at her inquiry. In a way the statement was a lie, because he omitted the fact his main purpose of accumulating enough resources and followers to get revenge on the Occultist scumbag who had tortured and slain his father.

As Nightshade Elm rambled about civilizations, Gangui continued to work in silence. Sawing off Aukari heads was gruesomely sweaty work. The repetitive motion burned his arm muscles and he had to switch hands in order to avoid cramping. Clenching the knife so hard made his tendons ache. The heat coming from the Aukari blood didn't seem to bother him though, possibly because he was a half-blood himself. On the third head he noticed that if one jiggled the knife around enough, they could slip it between a joint in the spinal cord pry the bones apart. This saved a considerable amount of time. Due the anxiety during this entire process, he clenched and gritted his teeth, which made his jaw hurt.

During this entire process, he also dragged the bodies into one pile.

Finishing up the last two heads, Gangui limped back to his horse and bound all of the heads together for transportation back to Eztos. The ghastly sight of all the blood on the farm field really sinked in at this point. The pungent smell lingered despite the cold winds blowing. All this carnage from only five slain Aukari made the barbarian think of the copious amounts of blood that would have been produced if total war had occured between the two states.

Fidgeting in his pack, he produced a torch and proceeded to light it with his flint and tinder. Looking at the half-breed, he finally responded to her words after ignoring them this whole time, "I come from the wilds to the west. I don't know much about civilizations, nor this Eternal Empire you speak of, but my father always used to say that the blood of the Immortals and men alike would be the foundations in which a mortal civilization would be established,"

Limping over to Nightshade, he shoved the flaming torch in her hand. A scowl of anger and barred teeth filled his next words, which came from deep within his stomach, "I am nothing like the Immortals, though maybe you are...I severed their heads, so you must burn the bodies, lest Faldrun resurrect them..."

He wouldn't allow Nightshade to leave the scene without leaving her mark on the carcasses. It would be wrong if she did not share the duties involved in the clean up of such defilement. She was just as responsible as he was for their deaths and the mess on the farmer's field.

[Nightshade Eld]

The situation quickly soured when he got into her face. What the hell was wrong with this man? She grit her teeth as her eyes narrowed. "Last time I checked that isn't how things work, but I could always be wrong in regards to the flaming ass of immortal kind. I don't really like him so I wouldn't know much." She tossed the torch towards the pile of bodies letting it land in the center and catch if that was to be its fate. "Did I piss you off somehow? What ever I did I meant no offense." She said noting his drastic change in personality. It had been so quick and without warning she didn't expect something like that. Petty and childish were the only things she could think of in regards to his sudden change in nature.

The emotion in the pit of her being felt like fire. She hated anger. The sensation of fire inside of her made her skin crawl. It reminded her of Faldrun, one of the immortals she hated the most. He directly went against Her Lady, so the flaming ass could drown in the ocean for all Night cared. Maybe Chiren would drag him under if Night got lucky. The joke evoked a slightly calming sensation but it didn't last for long. She continued to watch this man weighing all of her options. She'd offered to help him, but she was quickly starting to think that taking that offer back would be a better idea. He'd touched enough nerves that she was developing a serious distaste for him. The fog that had once marred the land was starting to clear, revealing the world around them. Thanks to the Zi'da weather most of the crops were already dead so in the end it hadn't mattered.

She walked past him quietly her eyes skirting over him for only a moment. "I'm going to fly ahead. If you don't know the way to Etzos then you can tail me. If you do..." She trailed off and shook her head taking off into the air. She had half a mind to recline her offer to help him with his wound. Perhaps once he got to Etzos she could ditch him. But that wasn't something that was in her nature. Either way she wasn't very fond of him any longer.

The hateful emotions slowly started to roll off of her once she was in the air. The wind was comforting, wild and free it eased her burning heart of all its hateful thoughts. Up so high the air was wonderfully cool compared to the burning blood of the dead fiends. She breathed out a sigh letting her body relax. Perhaps they were both just overreacting to each other? She'd said something stupid surely, she did that often enough. An hour or two and certainly it would be an idea of the past. Then she would help him with his wound and all of this would be over.

She didn't let the more vicious half of her personality bring up the facts that could of sent her into a rage. She ignored its mention of the fact she saved his life, the new fighter would have been killed by so many Aukari if she'd not shown up. Instead she gave him the benefit of the doubt, allowing herself to think she'd distracted him and got him hit. Honestly it wasn't true though. The meaner voice whispered words of hate for the man, but over the roar of the wind it was easy to block out such a wretched and pesky noise. Etzos was close, she swung a little lower finally landing outside the city and waiting for her "ally".