John
*Outside the city limits of New Salvainia was a popular inn and tavern by the name of Hacken's Hole. It was a common point for those traveling to and from the city towards the Elven March, being one of the finer establishments around. It was an windy evening, bringing many to prefer staying in doors if they could help it. However, a ruckus was going on outside, a man panting and gasping for air, running out of the nearby woods. When asked what he was running from, he simply gasped out,* "The song! They're singing the song!" *Reports of the Cult of Aventurr had been going around Salvainia for weeks now, a cultist group known for singing and human sacrifices. Commonly, city guards would be alerted to the event, but they often came far too late to save whoever was being sacrificed. While altruism may be a reason to leap headlong into danger for some, another reason existed to track down the cultists: their rituals also included sacrifices of silver and gold, and the city guard was quick to sweep those up when they finally arrived.

 For anyone looking to save a life, fight a dark cult, or simply make a pretty copper, the frightened man was begging somebody to stop the cult.* "They're just within the woods! You'll hear them singing, I swear it, singing **The Song of Aventurr!**"
Roderick
_Almann, planning on going to Hacken's Hole hears this man's shouts as he darts outside of the woods. Almann would reign his rouncey to a halt._

"What is this about a song you say?" _He shouts._
Kay
Tythis' leg burned just a tad from that Karvoc bite, but he was otherwise fine. He'd been thinking about the Karvoc pups he found in the back of their den and... What he ended up doing to them. It wasn't so much that he wasn't sure he did the right thing, more that he still couldn't get their brief whines out of his head. It wasn't the prettiest thing in the world to do, that much was for sure.

At least now he was nearing the city limits, and the inn he remembered heading towards The Elven March. He needed a proper rest, a bed and blanket to sleep with and a nice meal, rather than a cold, windy night on the forest floor. Perhaps-

Suddenly, a man sprinted past him, shouting to the skies about how someone was "Singing" Again. Tythis had an inkling of what he may have been on about. Those cultists, the ones that sang, were a popular topic around the city lately, and he had been thinking about trying to take a job for it. That was, before he was contracted by that one elf. But now, he was mostly fine and just down one boot. Well, now was a good of time as any...

He walked up towards the man, as another stepped up and asked him about the song. He decided to stay quiet and wait for the man to answer instead of butting in with his own questions
William
*'Huh...' was the only thing going through her head when Fiona walked towards the Inn. The rumors about that cult was commonly known and even she heard of it. Though something popped up in her head, and a wide smile formed up on her face. The Kitsune slightly cleared her throat approaching the people and started to hum a melody. Not only just a random one though, it be similar to the song. It was a good idea to freak them out even more, at least in her mind. Her horse stood still after she gave it a hand sign near the people.*

"How dare you to talk about it! Wasn't there an agreement? I mean the rules?! Rule 1: Do not talk about the cult! Rule 2: Do... Not... Talk... About... The... Cult..." *She came slower closer and her whole body got tingly from the excitement, which was slowly growing in her body.* "And do not forget Rule 4. The most important rule! Give us all your cookies!" *She stopped nearby some people and her red eyes looked directly into the yelling mans.*

"I still need to get your cookies!" *Her ears twitched a little before laying down and turned back from the people. Though she cleared her throat, realizing that this wasn't the best idea probably.* "I-I mean *Oh nooo the cult is doing its stuff again*" *It should be clear that she wasn't really caring about the sacrificed people and that is was meant sarcastically. Overall there was no connection between her and them.*
Roderick
_Almann gives a strange look towards the fox woman before continuing to wait for the man's answer to his question._
John
*The man finished his mug of water, clearing his throat.* "The Song of Aventurr! It's this song that the cultists have been singing when they do their rituals. MY daughter heard it, so I hid my family in the cellar and came out here so somebody would get the guards." *The man and the bystanders present gave Fiona a weird look, uncomfortable. They thought she was with the cult, but with the mention of cookies, everyone figured she was just a madwoman. The man continued though, seeing that a small crowd was gathering.* "But maybe... Please, if anyone here can stop them! I don't know when they'll finish, but I'm afraid they'll come for my family next. Please!" *He was pointing north, up a worn path by the inn.*
Roderick
"How many voices do you think you heard? Be quick when thinking about your answer."
Kay
Tythis briefly looked at the fox woman, before ignoring her at the mention of cookies. He listened intently as the man explained his situation and begged and pleaded for someone to help him, pointing towards the same path Tythis had been up just a few seconds ago, though he had been trekking from the woods.

Tythis has switched from mulling over going up to help with the problem to just deciding to go, though he would stick around to see the man's answers to the other's questions. Perhaps those cultists would have something of value on them, if anything. Besides, they were cultists. What were he to expect, trained soldiers? No, he would be surprised if they had little more than pitiful daggers, robes, and *Maybe* Some basic magic.

Though, they had been kidnapping travelers... Either way, Tythis would keep his wits about him when they did finally find them, if at all.
William
"What is in it for me? I mean I don't know you or anyone here. There is nothing really giving me the helper vibes. At least for now." *The looks on her where just boosting her personality a bit and she didn't regret anything now. So she came closer to the begging man and looked up to him. The smile on her face slowly revealed the small fangs and the 5 tails slowly started to swing from side to side.* "Come on make it worth it. For now you just have my attention, so make me to help you."

*She went quite for a bit to at least use a bit of her brain, placing her index finger on the lower lip.* "By the way, who says that you aren't working for them? Maybe you are lying and try to lure people away from here and into their arms. What about a little proof that you aren't with them?" *Actually a quite reasonable question in her eyes and with that she stepped away some feet from him.* "There are two things now. First I'm not quite sure if you are trying to send people into their arms and on the other hand, I have nothing from helping you." *She crossed her arms in front of her chest, and finally looked at the others, before looking back at the man, waiting for an answer*
John
*The old man closed his eyes as he tried to remember.* "Ten? Twelve? They were sitting in rows, all singing. And one was at the front, leading them. Throwing jewelry into the fire, buckets of it! They had some weapons, but I don't think all of them were armed. At least, I couldn't see." *The old man, looked at Fiona, angry at her practically taunting him.* "I'm sure someone here can help me! Those are my lands back there, the people here know me!" *There were nodding heads from bystanders, verifying his story.*
Roderick
_Almann shakes his head and crosses his arms while still mounted on the piebald horse. The woman is right, what does a peasant like this have to offer? What could he offer that is worth getting rid of 10-12 cultists on land Almann doesn't even know? One has to see the goods before making a deal after all..._

"Should we get rid of these cultists what would you give us? I'm in agreement with the fox woman, what do you have to bargain for your safety and the safety of your family? Why should we put our lives in danger for you?"

"If I go as well, you're leading the way in front of me or whoever goes to wherever this singing is taking place. No funny business."
Kay
Tythis sighed while the other two interrogated the man. He wasn't exactly looking for payment from the peasant, more of he was interested in what the cultists could offer from their corpses (or... Knocked out bodies, whichever came first). And they could grab a reward from guards if they were told about this whole debacle, surely? Maybe even the victims or towns involved? These two were going about it the wrong way.

"I'll go." Tythis was tired of hearing their questions, and he had the information he needed to act. He didn't really care whether or not the other two wanted to go or not, but he still waited for both the man's response and the other two's as well.
William
"Well, have fun being knocked out, stabbed or whatever they do. Maybe it is a thing eating you alive? Starting with the feet first for sure." *Fiona turned around to Tythis and waved at him with a short giggle, before returning her attention to the man.* "Well, even when they know you, that doesn't mean they stick 24/7 around you. Like I said, you could be technically one of them, trying to get new victims and that is a thing I don't like." *She tilted her though and was a little confused that actually someone agreed with her and also wanted to be paid for it. It was so amusing to her and yet something inside her was coming up. It was the curiosity of the way on how their rituals worked.*

"Well, I need at least one proof that you aren't with them. I don't care what it is, but I want it now. I will give you five minutes to proof it." *She had her calm voice though her tails started to flick around more and more, showing how the curiosity mixed with the excitement ramped up aggressively. Gosh she wants to see such a ritual now, even when she wasn't caring about the sacrificed people.*
John
"Thank you, sir, thank you!" *The old man was almost in tears from gratitude of Tythis. As for Fiona a and Almann, the man raised his hands, exasperated.* "I don't know what to tell you, lady. If you don't want to go, then don't go. I'm just asking for help here." *The old man looked around the crowd for help, not sure what else to say. A younger man, looking like a lumber worker, stepped up.* "I know the town guard is offering 3 gold for every live capture of the cultists, half that if they're dead. And the guy just said they had buckets of valuables. Maybe you can get paid like that? Don't make the old guy go with you, we'll go get the guards if you won't help." *The people were anxious, seeing the people trying to harass and shake down the old man. People began to move to him, escorting him inside so he could tell the story to a courier who could go alert the guards. The old man had nothing to offer in return, but maybe the v aluables at the ritual and the reward for killing or capturing cultists would be enough.*

*Tythis would see the road clearly paved, extending straight ahead. The farmer's homestead would be down this road, and past that, the scene where his daughter reportedly heard the singing.*
Roderick
_The fox woman and the man seem impatient. Almann grunts, he would go anyways whether or not this man was a cultist. Seeing how desperate a man is to protect his family shows how honest he is about his story. He's determined that he is telling the truth and decides to go. Nonetheless, Almann turns towards the two who also heard the man's pleas and engaged with him and turns his horse in the direction of the homestead using the road._

"Two questions before we go, what are your names, and can you two keep up with my horse?"
Kay
Tythis nodded to the man. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this. I'll take care of the situation, now." He trekked forward onto the road, not waiting or questioning the two people that were harassing the poor man. He silently thanked the younger man who pointed out the flaws in their logic, and simultaneously shut them up. He wasn't really doing this out of the goodness from his heart, but the poor man had earned a break at this point, he didn't deserve to be interrogated by a looney and a fool.

Like he did with the Karvoc dog situation, he kept his hand firmly grasped on the pommel of his sword, ready to draw at any time should anything happen when he gets too far up the pathway.
William
"Well, to deal with this? Okay big brains, go ahead and tell me your plans. I mean it is pretty foolish to use a horse to go there. It would be too loud because of the size and the steps. Then not really having more information than just singing is also pretty bad." *Fiona sighed and shook her head rather annoyed looking. 'How can people be like this and survive?' she thought and with a last sigh looked at the other two.*

"Listen here. First of all, I do not follow a horse into such a dangerous situation. Like I said it will be too big and draw unwanted attention. Second I don't trust the old fart and neither do I trust you two. Then if you want to "Hunt" Them down, do it with using your brains." *She started to slowly walk forwards while talking.* "Rule number one. Do not draw attention of your prey. Rule number two, have always two plans. First plan should be a safety plan, which allows you to get out of it with your life and not extremely wounded. The second plan is the attack plan. Rule number three... Have someone in your group that is able to get a good view on your back and far in front of you." *She stopped at her horse and took out the two small daggers and stroke through the horses mane.* "Go get some rest, I will be back soon." *The wide smile turned into a more soft one. The horse though just walked towards the building and stood there.*

"Anyway, get down from your horse at least and let it stay here. Take only the needed stuff with you." *Her tails slightly started to spread a little and small almost invisible globes formed on the tip of two of them, before dropping down.* "Wait a few seconds and let one of them go in front of us. They will be used as a warning system and as scouts." *She pointed to the globes on the ground.* "After that we will go and see what they are doing over there."

```4. Normal Copies ( (10 Mana per illusion & cap, draining 1/10 of the mana each turn and copies) Those are normal illusions, used to scout areas and used as decoys. They actually have breathing motions and when you touch them, they will feel like a normal body. Though they don't have a heartbeat and no blood. A direct hit will despawn the illusion. The illusion can be 30m (98ft) away from the caster and is telepathically connected with them. They are able to say what Fiona thinks.

Fiora creates small almost invisible globes on the tip of her tails and can either drop them or throw them. They need to be at least 5 meter near Fiona. Takes one turn to create the summon.

This will leave her with 105 mana and a drain of two mana each round. The copies will be activated in the following post.```
John
*Tythis would be moving ahead of the other two down the quiet road. The homestead would come into view, though far off to the right. A branching path would lead straight to it, but, to the left... Singing could be heard. It was very hard to hear, but its melody stuck out amidst the noses of the evening. No path lead to it, so he'd have to traverse through some vegetation in order to reach it. Trees and other plants blocked any visibility of the source, but moving in that direction made the singing easier to hear.*

*The other two would see Tythis up ahead on the road, though the sun was setting, making it harder to see with every passing minute.*
Roderick
"If we take too long the family will be used as hostages, this will make it more difficult, and if we fail, we would face ridicule. It is smart to plan along the way instead of charging head in or waiting too long to make moves. You should have the copies move in front of us while we make our way there. Make sure they, and you, catch up." _He says to the fox woman_

_One is too brash, and the other is two slow and makes too many rules of engagement. If we wait too long the family of the farmer will be caught out and used as sacrifices, assuming what the locals say is true. Almann would unhorse and use the reigns to tie the rouncy to a nearby sturdy post. He unequipped the bow by putting it on his back and instead uses 'Bronze Heel' for 6 mana, increasing his speed from 18 mph to 27 mph. He attempts to catch up with the man (Tythus) (6 mana used, 94 mana left)._
Kay
Tythis could hear the idle chatter of the two in the back, though he noticeably falter as the song and voices of the cultists broke through the evening air. He turned down the branching path, and quickly drew his sword, slicing through the vegetation and stepping around the fallen bushels and branches. Hopefully, it would make less noise. 

Tythis' equipment allowed him to brute force many situations, but if there really were ten or twelve, he'd have to be careful, even with much higher quality gear than the cultists. The color was slowly draining from his vision. It was getting darker, and probably harder to see for at least one of the two behind him, though Tythis would be fine with his own night vision.

He heard someone approaching from behind, turning his head to look at one of the pair that were lagging behind. He said nothing, instead following the voices of the cultists, which were slowly growing louder as he walked.
William
"Oh man... Why am I doing this?" *A slapping noise came from the Kitsune, when the hand was sliding down her face after making the biggest facepalm in her life. Nonetheless she started to run as soon as the copies fully developed in the meantime. One was standing 5 meter (16ft) behind her before starting to follow the group and looked out for any threads behind them. The other copy was faster than Fiona and going ahead 15 meter (49ft) to inform her of anything in front of her, while looking out.*

*It probably didn't took to long before Fiona's own sensitive hearing caught the singing. Alone this made her extremely cautious, and she slowly slowed down her speed and looked to her left and right, trying to see something when it started to get darker. Also hearing the slashing of vegetation made almost wanting to facepalm again. Though with the copies telepathically connected to her and one in her back and one in front her, it should be helpful to be warned enough. Also commanding the copies to not approach the cultist and just watching them, if they see them is a thing she did. So she would just try to stay 2 meters (6.5ft) away from the others.*
John
*The singing picked up, both due to the group approaching the group and the cultists now singing louder. With their lyrics in a dead language, they were unintelligible, but it sure did sound dramatic. With Fiona's summon moving at the front of the group, and Fiona's second summon towards the back, the group slowly made their way into the forest. The cultists now seemed about 25m away from the forward summon and two adventurers towards the front. A fire could be heard crackling as well, a big one by the sound of it.*
Roderick
_Almann would motion Tythis to stop... Just for a second. Almann would look back at Fiona and wave her over._

"Fox woman, send over your orbs if you would to look at how many there are before we attack them. I'd like to know just how deep we're going into this, I'm sure you two would too yes?"

_He looks at both of them_
Kay
Tythis let a single, quiet breath out of his nose as the man motioned to him. Depending on what he had to say, he might just walk off again. But just for the moment, he would stop and see what he had to offer... 

He mentioned something about the Fox girl's orbs to see how many there were. A scouting ability, maybe? He couldn't be too sure, since he wasn't listening in on the pair's bickering while they were walking.
William
*'Not too deep else it will hurt...' she couldn't resist to at least think of this answer and suppressed a giggle. Though another surprise again and slowly making her a bit more relieved that actually they are starting to use a bit of their mind.* "Well, just give me a second and we will now a bit more hopefully." *She started to whisper and took a slightly deeper breath giving the command to get closer, and to spy on the cultist. Also to see how many of them are there and what they are doing with a rough description of their equipment.*

"Well... It won't take long, the copy in front of us is going closer." *With that she came closer to the the other two and kneeled down. The copy behind would start to look around and try to see something weird to alarm them. Now Fiona was just waiting for the report of the summon near the cultists and tell the other two the information she would get from the said summon.*
```4 Mana drained, leaving 101 Mana left```
John
*The cultists and their bonfire were now somewhat visible, though difficult to see clearly. The foliage and shrubbery made their sight line somewhat obscured, but the fire was difficult to miss. It raised up to nearly 14ft, and was 8ft in diameter. The cult leader was at the front, singing quietly as he took a bucket from the ground and emptied its contents into the flames. Gold, silver, and gems came tumbling out, dropping into the heart of the massive flame. The leader tossed the bucket aside, towards a pile of seven more empty buckets. Only one upright bucket remained, which the leader was picking up now. The other cultists were kneeling in four rows, three to each. The scout was closer, and less hidden than the rest of the party. It could see that some of them had weapons beside them, swords and spears. All were shrouded completely in robes, including the leader. Features were impossible to make out.*
Roderick
_Almann crossed his arms, he was impressed by the magic and thinks about what to say next. A quick plan was needed to be made and executed._

"The old man was right around the mark. 12 cronies and 1 leader. Seems like they're perfectly lined up. Turns out that I have spell that can impale several of them from a distance, since they're all lined up like that. My incantation would go first, and then either one of you or both can take out the leader. Hopefully, that can make them panic and easier for us to take the rest of them down or take prisoners. If all else fails and we take a full engagement I can dual cast and protect one of your flanks from attacks. Are we in agreement?"
Kay
Tythis felt a spike of jealousy as the fox girl relayed the information, giving them (almost) everything they needed to know. He glanced to the man as he began to speak, finally adding his own comment after he was finished. "Can you do that spell *Without* Killing them? That guy from before said they were were three gold alive, and *Half of that* Dead. I don't know about you, but I'd like a bigger reward..."

Other than that, though, Tythis didn't really have anything else to add. He was quite ready to charge in and start knocking heads, all he cared about was whether or not their potential prisoners stayed alive for the larger reward.
William
"Fuck the bigger reward for not killing them. 18 gold + some valuables are enough. I rather want survive and not getting too much injuries here. So yes trying to get as much as possible down in one go would be good. I just hope they don't know how to use that big fire against us. Like fire manipulating magic." *She smiled and tilted her head a bit, enjoying the ongoing information (hopefully more). Though if anyone is spotting the copy Fiona would tell it the group.*

```5 mana regained so I'm on 102 mana after getting 4 drained```
John
*As the song picked up in pitch again, two members in the back row stood, holding the person kneeling between them. The middle figure's hood fell down, revealing a cloth wrapped around their head and covering their mouth. The features of the person were hard to see, but they were now thrashing as they were being lead forward. The cultists still kneeling stood and made way for the three now. The cult leader lifted the bucket over his head, his own chanting now rising with the song. The cultists seemed like they were preparing to throw their sacrifice into the fire, just after the last bucket of valuables. The robed figures now made a wall on each side, standing shoulder to shoulder as they sang.*
Roderick
"I'll go with shock and awe. I'll use two 'Stone Fists' to knock out 2 of them to shock the others. Fox woman, see if you can't take out that cult leader, that should cause more hysteria. Sir, go as berserk as you need after the initial engagement, I'll back you up once I've done my spell. Deal? Deal." 

_Almann would attempt to sneak his away to get a good angle behind the enemies for his ranged spell, to approximately 15 meters away from the cultists._

```99 Mana Currently in Almann's Pool```
Kay
Tythis nodded and snuck off to his own corner, quietly sheathing his sword and grabbing his crossbow, loading a bolt as he snuck forward. He tried to hurry it along, and find a spot where he could aim decently. Oh, what he would give for magical vision. 

For now though, he'd have to settle for night vision. Tythis took aim at the ones holding the hostage in place. He didn't want to wait for the other two to get into position, but he would be willing as long as that person wasn't burned to death.

If the two holding the hostage made any gestures as to throw their hostage into the flames, he would shoot a bolt into their backs no matter the other people's positioning. He wasn't just going to sit and let someone be burned to death because he waited on two other people to prepare.
William
"It is somehow sad, that I can't see an actual ritual being held... Anyway let us do this. The scout in front will go in as soon as the attack starts. Luckily those things are able to use my magic." *With that said, Fiona will also slowly approach the cultists, but a bit behind the other two. The summon near the camp will start to rush in as soon as either one of the others starts to attack. It will use ``Ice blast for 11.25 Mana to slow down enemies that are not aimed at from Tythis and Almann``. Fiona will do the same when reaching the cultists on enemies left to slow them down too.*
```This will use a total of 23 Mana from Fiona + 4 for the Mana drain. Leaving her with 75 Mana```
John
*The incantations and singing all rose to a fever pitch, then abruptly stopped. The cult leader dumped the last bucket of valuables into the fire, tossing it aside with the rest of the empty ones. The remaining cultist began practically screaming as the flame soared, touching to 45ft in the air, while a booming laugh sounded. The two cultists holding their sacrifice began marching forward with their struggling hostage as the others watched. Tentacles sprouted from the back of the cult leader, and he, along with the rest of the cultists, produced daggers from their robes.*
Roderick
_Almann would aim for two of the cultists. His aim would be at the back of their heads. He chants the necessary incantation to summon the two Stone Fists (costing 7.5 in total for two casts, making Almann's total Mana 91.5). They appear in front of him, twice the size of a regular Macen fist, and launch themselves at 150 fps at the cultists. He would get ready to support Tythis or Fiona, whichever one seems to need it._

```7.5 mana used, 91.5 mana left. Two stone fists launched at the heads of two cultists from 9 meters away, at 150 fps.```
Kay
Tythis immediately let a bolt lose as the cultists started marching forward, ignoring the chaos that ensued what he assumed was the fox girl's attack. Nobody would be burned while he was there. Well, maybe a cultist if they were particularly annoying to fight. He immediately reached for another bolt after the first one, trying to load it as quickly as possible...
William
**If possible** *Fiona would stop before revealing herself, letting the second copy taking the spot in the started action, aiming for the the leader trying to slow him down. The scout copy would be in there already using Ice Blast on some cultist. Fiona herself would use ``Simulcast to create two Fox fires for 15 Mana each (25cm diameter with fitting two raisins after hitting)`` and aims at two different cultists when in range, shooting both fox fires at the same time.*
``5 mana gained, 4 drained, leaving her with 46 mana (the Ice blast was already calculated in the post before this one``
John
*Tythis' bolt would find its target first, sinking squarely into the robes of the cultist on the left of the hostage.* "AAGHK!" *He'd pull the hostage to the ground, leaving his friend to whirl around in confusion. Almann's fists would both strike a cultist each, driving one to the ground where they would stay, as the other struggled to stand back up, their hood being thrown over their face. Fiona's copy would surprise two cultists towards the end of their wall, striking them both with Iceblast. They'd be slowed considerably, though would move towards the copy to begin stabbing it. With Fox Fire, one cultist would fall to the ground as their robes erupted, screaming and writhing in pain. The other would drop to the ground, too, though tried to rip the robes off of themselves as they tore the robes off. The copy vying for the cult leader would be spotted, though, as it would have to cross the furthest distance. The leader would throw his dagger at the copy after it hit him with the Iceblast, hitting it squarely. His hood fell down to reveal a helmeted head.*

*The cult leader, and five other cultists, would be completely unharmed. The singing and chanting would immediately end as they realized they were under attack.* "They mean to strike down our god," *Their leader cried, drawing a sword from his side,* "Grab your weapons and kill them all!" *As a few cultists struggled to their feet, three would drop their daggers and run to spears and swords laying about. One would rush towards Almann with his dagger, while another did the same towards Tythis.*
Roderick
_Almann would cast 'Bronze Fists" On to Tythis, increasing his strength by +2.5 for two turns, and the other hand would cast another 'Stone Fist' at a slowed cultist at 10 feet away towards their center mass._

```7.5 mana used, one cultists attacked with another stone fist at 10 feet away with a speed of 150 fps towards center mass. Tythis' strength is increased by +2.5. 7.5 mana used, 84 mana left in the pool for Almann```
Kay
Tythis loaded the other bolt, swiftly and calmly, shooting it at the other cultists. This was around what he had expected. Unorganized lunatics, scrambling for their weapons and some odd ritual... Though, the leader did somewhat put him on edge. 

After firing the bolt, Tythis would quickly hang up his crossbow, and upon putting his hands down to reach for his sword, he would find that it found its way into his hand already. It had warped from the sheathe. "Well... That's new." 

That was his only comment on the matter, at least for now, and he charge the cultist wielding the dagger. He doubted it would be much of a fight.
John
The leader is slowed by ice
Two have been shot and killed
One was killed by stone fist, the other is recovering
One of the slowed cultists is trying to stab your clone, the other was hit in the back by Almann
Two are on fire, though one is dead and the other is burnt but alive
William
*Fiona will cancel the clones which is going to be stabbed. It will vanish into thin air, and the cultist striking through it. ``removes 2 mana drain`` The remaining copy will try use a normal fox fire to hit the recovering cultist and aims at the center of the torso/back depend on how he is laying on the ground. ``11.25 mana``. Fiona herself is using another fox fire ``11.25 mana`` and use it on the cultist which was stabbing the vanishing clone. If needed she will get a little closer, but try to still be safe.*
John
*Fiona's copy would successfully ignite the burning man on the ground, finishing him off, but would be destroyed by a cultist who armed himself with a spear and drove it through the copy. The slowed cultist would also be hit by Fiona's spell, sending him to the ground for a fiery death. The man struck by Tythis would hit the ground heavily, though start to slowly rise to his feet. Tythis' bolt would find and kill another target, though one of the dagger wielding cultists were charging him now, within 10ft. Almann would find himself in a similar position as a maniac with a dagger rushed him. The last cultist would grab a sword before running to his cult leader, putting a hand on him as he pointed to Fiona. The cult leader nodded and began running towards her, sword in hand, with his cultist just beside him.*

One dagger cultist rushing Tythis
One spear cultist standing around
One sword cultist struggling to stand
One dagger cultist running behind the cult leader
Roderick
_Almann would unsheathe his steel dagger and cast 'Bronze Fists' on himself, using 5 mana and increasing his strength from 4 -6.5. He prepares to counter-attack the cultist by overpowering him by both using the dagger and his fists with his the enhanced strength he's gained._

```5 Mana used, 79 mana left, increase in strength to 6.5 for two turns. Almann is ambidextrous, he fights equally well with both hands. One hand is unarmed, the other has a steel dagger.```
Kay
Instead of properly engaging the cultist with the dagger, Tythis charged forward, and raised his shield. The runes on it would glow briefly, before a glass ward would pop out from the center. Should the cultist not be able to stop, he would most likely be sent flying. If he was, Tythis most likely would go ahead and run off to deal with some other cultist, unless someone tried to stop him of course.
William
``back on 26 mana``

*Fiona would giggle when she saw the two running towards her, before turning around and running away as fast as she can (22mph). While doing so and feeling how much mana she already lost, Fiora used 20 Mana again to create two new almost invisible globes on the tip of two tails. They would be thrown in front of her into the bushes (Not further than 5meters). ``This will create two new copies next turn``. She would ran towards them, should they run past them next turn, the clones/summons will try to make them trip over their own feet.* "I-I could at least need a little help here! I think they wanting my body a little too much for my taste" *She laughed while running and yelled it towards Tythis and Almann.*
John
*The cult leader would slow his pursuit, ultimately stopping. Seeing the cultist holding a spear and doing, he called out to him.* "You, go after the Kitsune!" *He pointed into the woods, and the cultist began charging that way. The cultist following the leader ran into the forest as well as their leader then turned his eyes to the two still in the immediate area.

*Tythis would raise his shield and the cultist would slam his dagger into it. Upon breaking the ward, the dagger would fly out of his hands and the cultist would be knocked to the ground. Still having some fight in him, he would grab onto Tythis' sheath or sword belt, then scream,* "IMMOLATE!" *Instantly, the cultist's head was engulfed in flame, a fire that was quickly spreading to his hands that gripped Tythis.*

*With superior strength and speed, Almann would quickly put his dagger into the chest of the cultist before he could attack, dropping his weapon to the ground. Still, driven by a fanatical zeal, he grabbed onto Almann's hair, still trying to fight.* "IMMOLATE!" *Another flaming cultist to deal with.*
Roderick
_Almann would use the steel dagger to cut away at the fingers of the flaming cultist and the locks of hair he has a grip on, while casting 'Bronze Heel' on Fiona so that she might evade her attackers._

```Bronze Heel is casted at 10 mana on Fiona, increasing her speed from 22 -37 mph. 10 of the mana is offset by mana regen, and Almann now has 74 mana left in the pool. The cultist's fingers are sliced at by Almann using a steel dagger still with 6.5 strength enhancing Almann's abilities.```
Kay
Tythis, having to stop with the tug on his belt, let out a groan of annoyance rather than a noise of surprise or fear at the flaming cultist. Swiftly, and without marcy, he chopped off the hand of the cultist, unable to be as precise as the other man because he was using his whole sword. Not like he'd be alive much longer to use it, anyways.

With that Tythis let his sword drop to the floor, prying off the dead hand from his sword belt. He took off again, towards the hostage they were holding to make sure the cultists wouldn't try to get them as a bargaining chip, his sword magically reappearing in his hand as he ran forward.