Ghost of the stones.

[Celtic Noctuam Lunar]

Ein aided in the Drow's rapid movements. She sent a little of her own magick his way -sensing his intentions- and she fashioned a speedy spell in which the Drow would be able to move faster than he usually did. She did not do it to hurt his manly pride, and ego, but to beat this bastard of a foe. The woodland elf hoped that this little bit of magick she had offered would be able to help him and his quest to take down the old man.

As Ein focused her spell onto the Drow, she knew that she should help aid in the others strengths as well. She weaved and wove a strengthening spell for her companio, Eveline, and helped to boost her already mighty strength. And, feelings generous, Ein decided to help Mur'Dalla and magick her soft human skin to become stronger. Ein was almost breaking out into a sweat with three spells going at once, but she figured this was all she could do at the moment -or until she could miraculously think of some sort of spell...

 

[The Fox and The Spider]

The spell of haste granted Zavrosh unparallel agility, making him seem as nothing more than a black arrow darting across the sparsely lit clearing. So much so that even the old man had trouble following his movements, normally a Drow was a dangerous enough foe, but with the boost of magic his lethality could know no bounds. Eveline felt an ungodly level of strength course through her defined body. A sense of vigor ran through her veins unlike any she had ever known, even in her youth could she not recall such a burst of energy.
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The sensation bordered on ecstasy, contorting the arches of her luscious lips as a wide smile now adorned her picturesque face. Long strands of jet black hair fell to obscure her features as she positioned her right fist to the rear. Once more calling on the stone for aid, tho0ugh her approach this time would be different, having no desire to repeat the errors of the past.<o:p></o:p>
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Ein's spell reached Mur'Dalla several moments too late. The battered human could barely stand her breathing shallow as she labored for each breath. On the surface she seemed well enough, but underneath her leather attire a large bruise lingered. She could tell that several ribs were broken, removing her mobility and sapping her strength from her. As things were now, she was at best a liability to the others. One she was certain the elderly fellow wouldn't hesitate to exploit if he cared to take note of her weakened state.<o:p></o:p>
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The human offered the surface elf a nod, as if to thank her for her intents. Knowing full well that this one could sense her ever decaying state, one thing was wounded far worse than her flesh and bone that being her pride. The great feline, that proved an invaluable companion, crept to the side of her mistress. Those feral eyes glancing up at her, as she rubbed her head against Mur'Dalla's right thigh, hoping to ease her nerves. <o:p></o:p>
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As expected the old man noted her state, but at the moment couldn't capitalize on it, for the Drow was upon him, sending a volley of eloquent sword swings his ways. "Damn you black elf!" He hissed, his words heavy with venom as he brought up his staff, blocking the innumerous blows sent his way, a few swings got by his defense, tearing apart skin and flesh alike, sending a streak of crimson blood from Zavrosh twin blades, hurling the blood against the wall as to leave its mark.<o:p></o:p>
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The Drow knew the wounds would prove far from fatal, but though the body was quite to endure, the mind was often not so resilient. Rage brewed within the once confident man, his ego shattered as he leapt backwards just out of Zavrosh blades reach. His face reddens with rage as he slammed his staff onto the stone ground. The powerful impact sent a gust that caught the Drow off guard, sending him flying across the scene, slamming him once more against the wall.<o:p></o:p>
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Breathing heavily Zavrosh struggled to ris to his feet, those pale eyes of his burning with the pyres of a warrior. Much time had passed since he last despised his adversary so, everything about this strange being sat ill with the onyx skinned elf. "So you landed a few minor blows?" The elderly man retorted, disgust lingering in the undertones of his raspy voice. Purposely trying to undermine the success of the Drow. <o:p></o:p>
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"You are all free to go…" The man paused, a wicked smile creeping on his wrinkled aged face. "All but the Drow, you've drawn my blood, I can't very well let you live." His words caught Eveline's off guard, what a treacherous serpentine she thought. Zavrosh sighed heavily shrugging his shoulders, hoping his friends were wise enough to flee. "Run, I will handle this man. Run back the way we came, do not look back." He spoke not out of arrogance nor foolish pride, nay, rather he feared for the sake of his companions.<o:p></o:p>
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"So shall we dance black elf?' He hissed, Eveline darting his eyes toward both Mur'Dalla as well as Ein. Uncertain how they would take his words.

 

[Celtic Noctuam Lunar]

Ein was torn as to what to do. She owed the Drow and Eveline her life, but Eveline and Ein were safe. But what of the Drow... Zavrosh. It was strange to refer to the Drow as his own name, she had only ever called him by his species and never put a name to his face. But now things were different. His life was in danger, and she did not know what to do. Would her travelling companion Zavrosh be angered at her and call her foolish and brash if she went to his aid? Would he be thankful? And what of Eveline; what would she think? Ein was not thinking of al these things to try and win their favour, but to help them! She was not quite sure that they were friends just yet, but sure enough they were companions, and acquaintances. She had to try to help him!

Ein knew going into this that her magick was not nearly as strong enough compared to the old man sorcerer, but she was damned quieter. She spun a cloaking and invisibility spell around her, and crept along behind Zavrosh. She hoped Eveline would not try to seek her out. Ein thanked her heritage for her natural-born silence and she tiptoed up behind the Drow to see what help he could use.

 

[The Fox and The Spider]

The old man's expression altered to that of a more menacing grin as he noted Ein's withdrawal. Even Eveline found herself at a lost for words, she knew the elf owed them no allegiance, yet still she had hoped her resolve couldn't have been shaken so easily. Zavrosh on the other hand knew better, as a Drow his people had keen senses toward magic and beings from other planes. He could see her movements clear as day, for not only his ancestral senses dissipated her invisibility spell, but so did the infrared spectrum.
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Mur'Dalla became drenched in sweat, her vision fading in and out as she struggled to maintain consciousness. The wound and broken bones had taken its toll on her, and though she hated to admit it, she would prove of little help. Her feline companion knew things were looking grim for her, and so she bumped into her mistress. In her weakened state Mur'Dalla easily fell over, her stomach resting on the giant cats defined back muscles as it darted across the scene. Wishing to put some distance between them and the old man.
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"It seems you are now down two friends…" Arrogantly he bellowed, Zavrosh visage remained unchanged, almost as if the elderly fellow hadn't spoken at all. This only furthered enraged the man, the sight of his anger caused a subtle grin to creep on his blacken face. "You have done enough for me, tend to Mur'Dalla." He whispered only audible enough for Ein's elven ears to pick up on them. Once more showing a sense of unselfishness not inherent within one of his birth.
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His adversary arched a brow, curious why Zavrosh would mutter to himself during such an hour as this? "Saying your last prayers?" He mused, doubting it was the case, still accepting it as such to enlarge his massive ego. "You caught me…" Zavrosh quickly replied, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke. Eveline could tell by his cool exterior that her Onyx skinned elf had a plan. This did wonders in calming her nerves.
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"Enough!" The old man barked, his volume resembled that more of thunder than anything else. "So when are you going to drop the disguise?"Zavrosh blurted outloud, his words shocking everyone, including his opponent. "I knew from the moment we meant that you weren't human, let alone from our plane…"He continued to elaborate, birthing a wicked smile on the elderly fellows face as he laughed. "Very good, glad to see the surface hasn't diminished your sense." He retorted, his reply turning the Drow's stomach.
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"I can tell you this much, this is no mere disguise. Though I will not attempt to deny the soundness of your other point." Zavrosh plan was working, stall the man as he regained his energy and formulated some sort of strategy. "Then what are you?" He had hoped this line of question would go on for a while, but it seemed it abruptly came to a halt. "Death!"


Was all the old man whispered, before sending two fist of stone his way. With uncanny reflexes Zavrosh leapt out of the way, rolling as he regained his footing. "I see you're still agile.." His words littered with a sense of dismay. "It would take more than a few stones to stop me." The Drow boasted, his confidence unnerving his foe.
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"So be it…" Suddenly a volley of stone were hurled his way, countless fist of stone erupted from the stone wall and hurled itself his way. Zavrosh could only dodge, unable to close the distance between them or counter attack. If this kept up, he'd surely meet his end as soon as exhaustion took hold of him. Little could anyone know that everything was going according to his plan. Even if things seemed otherwise…

 

[Celtic Noctuam Lunar]

Ein did as she was told and snuck over to Mur'Dalla. "What can I aid you with?" she asked the human. Mur'Dalla was too out of it to make any sort of sensible response so Ein just settled for a healing spell. If Ein kept using her magick like this, she was sure to collapse just as Mur'Dalla. Elven magick stems from nature and it is a give-take relationship. The Elves take energy from nature and the Elves give back energy whether that be through blood sacrifice, planting new seedlings, or whatever they may do to help nature back from what they took. But being as their was no greenery down here, Ein was sapping up energy that she had stored up. It was slowly draining, and the Light spell that she had done earlier used quite a bit.

Ein's attention was all of a sudden focused on the sound of rock falling and she only had time to gasp as Zavrosh narrowly escaped death. That had been close... However, Ein's gasp gave away her position so she ran for all she was worth away from that spot and back over to Eveline.