Susan
Horace looked down, *"She's right, this'll probably be the only chance we have to catch him."* He looks back up at Mai shaking his head 

"I don't have any more ideas of what to do... Honestly, I'm scared right now... This guy seems to be a complete psychopath and there's no telling what he's going to do next. Not to mention what he'll do to us... Hell, who knows what he's doing as we speak."

He turns away from Mai with a sigh, he was disappointed and disgusted with his own cowardice. He sheaths his dagger, lowering his guard for the moment. He also removes his hand from over his mouth and nose, as if he had gotten used to the smell. He didn't know what to do, or what he could do. He felt helpless and alone like he did when he was first exiled from home. He hated that feeling, but it was always there, creeping, waiting.
Timothy
"I understand, but don't worry. We really don't have a very good plan for capturing Styx. But in the same way, I think we will do it. If we get this far in our lives, we can certainly solve problems like that man."

Mai took a deep breath as she spoke, would they really capture the man? This mission had been normal until now, but seeing what Styx was able to do made Mai wonder. She looked around for a few moments, trying to identify again the opponent who had thrown the objects before. Mai chose not to interrupt Horace while he thought for himself for a few moments. She looked out of the corner of her eye at the limb object an eyebrow arching.

Mai decided to investigate the object a little, extending her claws and crouching on the side of the object. She used her claws to cut the limbs and try to separate them from each other. *"That's disgusting..."* She thought for a moment. Mai tried to look for a clue or something among the members that could help her and Horace on their mission.
Bobbie
*Mai inspected the severed limbs, tearing it bit by bit in a hope to find some information could be useful during this mission. As you looked further at what was presented, you would find multiple distinct marks on the arm, but they wouldn't seem to be animalistic in any way. They looked to be made by some kind of sapien creature, looking like the bites of a person rather than an animal. It wouldn't be so clear in the dark, but the marks showed evidence of a quick ripping and tearing done by teeth. That would explain why the arm looked so roughed up and grotesque, and at this point, it would be pretty obvious what the cause was. It would seem that Styx had some kind of attraction to cannibalism, or just the taste for humanoid meat.*

*As you two huddle around the parts, a figure would be watching you from about 30 feet off. His presence was concealed within the aura he gave off, which was so foul and powerful that his exact presence could not be pinpointed. The familiar aura that Styx gave off would be prevalent in this area, as was mentioned earlier, but to Horace and Mai, it was exponentially more potent and powerful than what was found before at the town hub/square. Casting darksight silently on his being, he was concealed within the deep, dark leaves of a large oak tree, and would be staring you two down from afar. Mai would be able to feel a sort of pang as Styx's eyes set on her, which was soon overtaken by the dark atmosphere of her surroundings. However, she would know one thing from this: Styx was incredibly close.*
``` Darksight Cast. Remaining Mana: 35/45```
Timothy
Mai looked at the marks, apparently of human teeth, on the limbs that formed the object. Many scenes of what Styx could have done with these people passed through her head, an expression of disgust took over her face. *"He's a psychopath ... What a horror."* She thought for a moment before feeling something strange down her spine. As she glanced around from the corner of her eyes.

*"This is strange... Is he watching us...?"* She thought once more and looked at Horace, walking over to him. She continued to watch out of the corner of her eye, to try to identify again where the person might be. A bad feeling dominating inside Mai. She tried not to show that she was keeping an eye on the killer, pretending that she had let her guard down to talk to Horace. Her left hand, in which she was hiding under her white cloak, extended her claws in case an attack was made.
Bobbie
*Styx would notice in the trees Mai's slight glancing, studying her especially. He figured that she would be the main problem since she was the one who guided that elf boy and herself to his location when the guards hadn't the faintest clue of where je was. They were the biggest problem he faced at present, and he had ro eliminate them in order to preserve his own chance of escape and freedom. He looked beside him at a woman's mutilated corpse, which was missing an arm due to him throwing it at them as a joke. He was used to the smell of a fresh kill - after all, the cult he had grown up with had taught him that the flesh of sentient creatures contained fragments of their soul, and so essentially when they ate their bodies, they consumed their souls as well. They believed that this act made them stronger physically, and that was why Styx had gone to such lengths to procure such feasts over his murderous spree. For every person he killed, every village he dominated with his terror, his own personal image of himself grew mightier and mighter, along with the thirst for more. Nonchalantly, he leaned back against the trunk of the tree, picking off another hand from the woman's now-pale flesh. He began to bite on an index finger, then the middle, until he reached the ring finger, looking at it musingly. He looked back to where Mai and Horace stood, smiling to himself sinisterly. He was quiet, almost silent, when he shifted the leaves of the tree he hid in, and so when he threw the hand towards Mai and Horace, it was doubtful that they'd be able to notice where it came from.*