"Almost." The elder stated in what sounded to be a near laughter, though he managed to contain his excitement over fooling the boy, be it only partially. Perhaps it was better that he didn't laugh, for that might be even scarier than him being enraged. His white fang-like teeth were visible again, for he did smile in amusement, mainly because he wanted to see the boy in action. He was a Summer Fey, afterall, and their magic differed, as well as his weaponry. It shimmered a bright and warm yellow light, much unlike the cold, blue glow of Winter weapons. While different and opposite, the equipment of both Courts were evenly matched.
As Sealamin took a step forward, the black thorned vines vanished, and the forest became slightly better lit. His illusion magic no longer affected the forest, and it returned to its natural state. Not that it was much safer without the black vines, but the fey were familiar with it, so nothing to be afraid of. "You did well. Come on, let's go." He chuckled, patting Trent on the shoulder as he passed him.
As the two ventured deeper into the forest, Trent would find Sealamin touching several trees, brushing his fingertips over the bark as they passed them. He didn't say anything, nor would he reply if Trent asked. It was just something he did to find his position in the forest. Trying to figure out where you are with just looking at your surrounding was impossible, even for trained Fey. One could not rely on a single sense, but the combination of all five was enough to pinpoint your location within the forest. The sights, the smell of plants and soil, the taste of the air, the sounds, the feeling of plants. They told Sealamin where he was, and from there he knew where to go, to find the Twyx court.
Suddenly, his ears perked up, and he gestured for Trent to stop walking. "Keep your breath low, don't make a sound. There might be prey up ahead" Sealamin explained, then put an ear against the tree closest to him. Whist he listened, he muttered a few words before that fiendish smirk returned to his face, and a small chuckle escaped his lips. "Yes, the trees speak of Fey up ahead. Do not draw your blade, not until we make contact." The elder ordered. He picked up his pace, running faster than before, though his steps did not make any noise, despite the plants on the ground. A skill any hunter should possess. Catching up with prey without alerting it.
And just as he said, there was indeed a group of Fey, heading roughly for the direction of the Twyx court. A group of five, both of the Unseelie and the Seelie Court. They were younger, and much less experienced with the forest, thusly unsure of their location. Perhaps Trent might've recognized some of the faces, since he's been in both courts, but Sealamin did recognize those of his court, and it wasn't hard to conclude the rest were of the Seelie court.
His blood began to boil again, but he remained calm, for he wanted to get close before they would engage the traitors. Mainly because he wanted to see Trent in action, both his magic and his dedication to the Unseelie. He approached the group of youngsters, hiding behind the various plants of the forest, then grabbed his blade, and tilted his head towards the group. The sign to attack.
Sealamin took the lead, jumping out of their hiding and drawing his blade at the same time. The carvings on his blade, majestic in their own way, began to glow a bright blue. The swordsman pointed the tip of his blade at the feet of his prey. It lit up in a brilliant blue, and shot a bolt. The ground beneath the unfortunate Fey froze up, trapping their feet in ice, rendering them unable to move.
Of course, even they knew the forest was dangerous and weren't foolish enough to enter without weapons of their own. The two Unseelie of the group drew their weapons, facing their attackers, whilst the three Seelie Fey used their magic to free their friends from the icy trap Sealamin had put them in. The elder Fey advanced on them, thought remained unaffected by the ice underneath his own feet, as it seemed to retract away from him. He lunged at one, trapping his blade behind the hilt, then shot a shard of ice at the young girl's face using his free hand. She fell backwards, and the boy next to her charged at Sealamin, blindly swinging his sword at him. "Pathetic." He stated as he swiftly tilted his blade, catching the attack, and redircting it overhead. The young boy was dumbfounded for a moment, then shot a shard of ice at Sealamin, but that too was caught and redirected.
By now, the three Seelie Fey had drawn their blades as well. While the thought of ditching their friends, and running for the safety of Twyx came to mind, it was five against one. They were confident enough that they could take this one guy down. They readied for attack.