Sally
*Sylvar fell into silence for a moment, trying to weigh up his options. The uncomfortable trepidation still lingered, making it a struggle to think. Though the undead couldn't exactly see them from this distance, it was clear that whoever controlled them, especially something so foreign to him such as a Wight, it was all an unpredictable situation to him: one that he found he could not control so easily.*

***" I'm not sure.. "*** *Not sure about what? Not sure he could handle this? That going blind into battle would be the best idea? God, he's never been like this before. Ever since he and Ashnard became allies.. And it wasn't exactly reassuring, seeing the blatant worry on Shigeru's countenance.. Sylvar wringed his gloved palms together in unconscious aggravation, before taking a sharp, hesitant intake of breath.*

***" The moment that arrow hits an undead, our presence is revealed. Though it isn't a bad idea, we need a method of attack we've been seen. "*** *Optimism. That's what he—That's what __they__ required, right now. Though the pressure to question the situation, the risk... Though Sylvar wanted to talk about the fear that sat at the bottom of his stomach and compressed his throat. He doesn't. Instead, he does the one thing he hated and fell into darkness. Dark elf magery, from what he'd seen from a distance, was difficult, chaotic, and terrifying, but as he felt his skin begin to blur, and a crimson cast fall over his irises, none of that seemed to matter now.* ***" I hope either of you have a back up plan. "*** *He said to no one in particular, conjuring a dark blade in his palm.*

***Blurry: Toggled on***
***Shadow Blade used: Costing 15 Mana***

```Remaining Mana: 135/150```
Stanley
*( btw if you don't understand the first paragraph, I don't either )*
Sharon
*Kibaru smiled as he would pick the one that looked the most intact as he saw that one as a bigger. He was a slight bit irritated with Sylcar's negative vibe but would a sure him* "I might not look it, but I have dealt with far worse, worse enough to have a default back up plan by now" *He whispered as his tails slowly stoped moving and his breath silenced*
Stanley
*( edit: "We need a method of attack once we've been seen." )*
Thomas
*As you talked amongst yourselves, the zombies began to grow aggravated, smelling something... Good, a delicious meal of three healthy men. They start to wander, trying to find the smell's origins. The Macen zombies don't do a very good job of finding you, but the Oriate Zombie's keen hearing allows it to hone in on the two's location through their whispering... And it begins to walk straight for the rock you are hiding behind. You have one chance to make your move... Before it sees you, and the swarm begins to hone in on its prey. Kibaru might also want to be careful, as he heard lurching footsteps from behind the group...*
Sharon
*Kibaru would release the arrow once the Oriate zomby was close enough to not dodge it. He would do so quickly in attempt to quite it before the other could find them. He aimed for the left eye*
Sally
*Despite the uncanny feeling and sheer horror that combined within the pits of his stomach, despite the fear that lingered like cold hands upon his spine, despite the inherent distaste he carried for this suppressed nature that he'd worked so hard to smooth, fold and tuck away, Sylvar forced himself to portray a state of stasis. At first it would be terrifying because you are unearthing something hidden, he remembered his mother's whisper despite his efforts to forget, then it would be sickening because you'd refused to change, and soon the feeling would die down, and your nature would become whole. Sylvar swallowed hard and shuddered as Kibaru shot his arrow with mere ease, more afraid of messing up than the slowly approaching undead horde.*

*It was only when he sensed a lone undead Macen within the space of his view, that he decided to act. Flicking his wrist with a graceful motion, he sent the conjured blade soaring in a straight trajectory towards the zombie's head, Sylvar silently hoping that the dark magic contained within the blade would override the mental bond it shared with the other four. He wouldn't say a word afterwards, too anxious to trust himself to speak in complete sentences, and instead leapt up from behind the boulder they'd hidden behind, pulling out two of his rondel daggers in the process. He hoped that being blurred and silent, no matter how nauseous it made him feel, would hide him at least a little from the preying eyes of the zombies - especially because if it didn't, he didn't know what he would do if two or more managed to attack.*

***" Shigeru, you stated there were more undead in the vicinity. Do you know- Have you any idea where they may be? "*** *He said, slightly averting his gaze towards the oriate, the worry evident upon his voice. A surprise attack would prove deadly, for all of them.*

**Blurry: Still toggled on**
**Silent: Toggled on**
**No spells used**
**3 mana regained**

```Remaining mana: 138/150```
Sharon
"Lets do this"*Kibaru said mind of exited. He would then jump onto of the stunned Oriate, hoping to knock it over. He would then, whether it was knock over or not, proceed to bash in its skull with a full forced punch.

He would hear the laughter and try to pinpoint it afterwards.*