Elizabeth
*The animal hide wearing Steppe Elf sneers at the advancing beast. She too knows a few spells to inflict upon this fiend. With an outstretched hand, she too utters a spell.*
"Firos, Faroe, Mrath! Cesin gaira fulos..." *A ball of fire grows in her red hot hands. Then with final grunt of effort, she hurls her ball of flame at the enemy.* "Metorai Flemorae!!"

```Flaming Meteor used. 15 mana used. Mana: 85/100```

```The user's hand glows bright red, then they shoot out a basketball-sized, semi-hollow fireball at 30m/s up to 40m away from their palm. The fireball contains 250g of burning pitch. The pitch burns for two turns after impact at 600°C, sending a small amount of smoke upwards. ```
Judy
The dark beast's advancement pattern seems to be as aberrant as his appearance, charging like a shadow on all fours between woods and rocks in the grove. He tracks the huntress by smell alone, his hearing attuned to hear the chanting of both elves. He knew too well by now to be cautious of magic, even while his instincts took over. 

With his target now a few meters before him, he uses a rock for cover against the scorching orb. Fire would certainly not be good news for him, as with any beast. Sprinting in an arc around Ramlei, he finally got into close enough distance to pounce, crashing into the magical barrier with blades, teeth and claws in an attempt to knock her over and pin her to the ground.
Elizabeth
*As Ramlei watches how bizarrely and expertly it travels through the landscape, she starts to have a feeling that this creature may be more than some feral beast. It's form and aggressiveness strikes to her the deadliness of Monstrous demons she heard legends about. As it gets close to pounching, she tries to brace by chanting another spell.* "Manu Strenda Arpocael..."

*Before she is confident that her protection will stand as she face her opponent. However, with the magical barrier shattering and the weight of the creature crashing into and pinning her, her cocky attitude gives way to terror.* "Argh!!" *She attempts to resist against the beast's pinning with her own strength.*
Judy
Diving in against the lone elf with no regard to the magical barrier, he shatters it under the weight like glass before it disperses. Shoving her hard against the mossy ground alongside him, the beast attempts to pin her arms down by the wrists, all the while his rancor-filled sanguine eyes glare at her.

He squeezes her arms with enough force they'd feel like going numb from the bruising, all the while he roars loudly at her face, unhinged metal jaw letting her view the beast's black maw and razor-sharp canines up close and personal. Scarred ebony fur stands bristled as he keeps bearing his fangs down at the struggling prey while cold metal gauntlets keep on pressing her to the ground.
Sanjuana
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The rolling hills of the steppe spread across the horizon, little but poor soil over rock. They are clothed in scrubby grass too poor to even put flesh on a goat. The wintry wind was fierce and bitter, biting ears and noses and sending prickles passing through them. The pale brown path that was rutted by horses in the soggy fall was now frozen and hard enough to twist an ankle. In each depression was a small frozen puddle and so for now it is simpler to just walk your own path over the frost-stiffened grass.

And it was atop one of these hills that .Irath .Phaen'nes stood. The Oni was the colour of freshly fallen snow. Even from far away, his massive size was clearly evident. From his forehead, two massive horns protruded, close to 1/10th of a meter in size. Tattoos and scars canvased his massive torso, like the workings of an intricate artist. He let out a deep, low sigh as he scanned the horizon. What was .Irath the .Undying searching for? A sacrifice. The elves had their pantheon, Irath had his own. He was looking for a offering that might appease his gods, the .Unfallen.```

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To his pleasure, it looked like Tzeentch's blessing was upon him. Just across the steppe from him, he sighted to creatures locked in a dance of death. At first glance, he could tell the disadvantaged one was an elf, but he wasn't sure as to the other one. It had canine qualities and might've been a beastskin. .Irath didn't want to waste time dwelling on the little things and drawing the massive blade sheathed on his belt named the .Manslayer of the .Azzinoth, he began to barrel towards the pair. 

He charged towards them in silence, but a loud thud echoed across the steppe with each well, step. Deep indentations left behind in the moist, gravely soil. As he ran towards their heads, closing the distance at 8m/s, he'd raise his titanic sword above his head and as he came upon them, swung the sword underhand with his own strength of 6 (6 Body Cap.) added to the momentum of the charge. The blade was swung such as to behead the Candiae if it were to remain in it's position.```
Judy
The beastkin's ears perked up at another unwelcome arrival, that one even less subtle than the last one. Glancing over the towering pale-blue Oni approaching him with clearly hostile intent, he snarled and bore his fangs before rolling off the helpless elf to avoid the slow sword swing.

Quickly standing up and regarding the situation, he took up a combative stance, upper arched forward with the threat of both arm blades and sharp tail pointing at the Oni. He had to retreat- every instinct of self-preservation told him that he couldn't take on all these opponents at once... If he had any that is.

*"Worthy prey..."* He muttered between deep snarls, sanguine serpentine eyes glaring at the towering oni, before he tactically retreated by sprinting further into the woods concealing himself between thick foliage, growing quiet seconds later.
Eric
*Thankfully for him, the Oni wasn't particularily good at fast moving and his slow sword swing would've been easy to avoid. Thus, Ashnard would've successfully avoided the huge sword, which would've crashed into the dirt in a big splash of dust and freshly cut grass.*
Sanjuana
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.Irath let out a sigh as his attack missed, the jackal had slithered into the woods but the horned man was able to keep track of the beast, each and every exhale of the creature neatly visible. He would flip his greatsword, one hand on the hilt, the other firmly grasping the pommel, and brought it down towards the into the coarse soil. After imbedding the sword deep enough into the ground that it stood for itself, .Irath turned his attention back to the beastskin.

He brought up his left hand and snapped them, a small, sharp biconical granite stone. .Irath opened his hand to catch the stone and then took aim at the beast. Without a moment to waste, he threw the granite at the creature. If the seed impacted him, it would quickly dispenses a thick, vapor-filled fog in a sphere with a diameter of 15ft. 
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Eric
*Since the small granite pebble flew at a constant and higher speed than the running canid monster, the pebble successfully hit the target. While it wouldn't have done any damage besides notifying Ashnard that he just got hit by something thrown at his back, a thick black fog would've spread around him.*
*Fortunately for him, his high senses of smell and sight combined with his small night vision would've allowed the armbladed fighter to somewhat see through the fog, with his vision still a bit blurry and obscured though. He would've been able to distinguish his foe's shadow if the latter were to close the gap at least.*
Judy
The unnatural fog spreading outward was unexpected, but not of concern to Ashnard. He stood within the blackened mist, letting out a howl as if challenging the oni to fight him there, all the while attuning his own senses, particularly that of hearing within the black mist before taking a combative stance, both armblades drawn. 

```Blood Hunt used: 5/10 mana left, +400% hearing for 3 turns```

**"Those weapons are not yours to wield."**

A deep, coarse voice resonated from the blackened veil of mist as the canid beast stepped out of it, weapons drawn. Both aberrant, sharp blades standing sharp on the sides of his arms, while a spine-like tail swished behind him, akin more to a scorpion's than a canine. Sanguine eyes glared at the oni with murderous intend, standing at roughly 7m away from him and taking a stance.

```Ashnard: 2.5/10 mana, 2.5 regen, 5 spent for Blood Hunt (sight +400%)```
Scott
*// just gonna write Sylvar heading to Ulnoor rq so I can make a gorgeous, dignified exit*
Elizabeth
*Ramlei, seeing as the beast have left her alone attempts to make a run for it. As she turns around she realise that someone have nabbed her maces.* "H-hey! That's mine!"

*With a shake of her head, she runs off. She keeps the location of the fight insight though as she flees, so that she can retrieve her self crafted maces.*
Sanjuana
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The brooding Irath would stop at the beast's words and face the creature. He flipped the mace and then threw it straight at the creature's head. The jackal's piercing gaze sent shivers down Irath's spine, but not of fear or sorrow, the feeling was more akin to pleasure and desire. Irath wanted the beast to charge him, he was just waiting for it. He pulled the Manslayer of Azzinoth from the ground and held it to his side, waiting for the beast's response.```
Elizabeth
*Ramlei will look for a gathering of rocks in the distance to hide behind them. She is somehow able to camouflage herself with this natural outcrop. She will watch the battle.*
Judy
Ashnard will dive and roll downwards to avoid the thrown mace before charging down at Irath on all fours, using the momentum to pounce ferociously upon getting within 3m of the oni, both blades slashing wildly downwards on the torso.
Eric
*Thanks to the distance and the canidae's high perceptive senses, he would've been able to avoid the thrown objet while lowering himself.*
Meg
*Watching in slight dismay as the beast crashed through his magical barrier, Sylvar stumbled backwards as he physically felt the shatter of his magic rebound underneath the pure muscle that the beast was. Deciding that since another being had joined the rather spontaneous battle, Sylvar was better off making his retreat, he turned back and toed tenuously through the countless trees, back to the comfort of the clearing where his steed and friend remained; perturbed. Melicus chirped, and he could hear the questioning in his sharp tone—****Are we setting off?****And Sylvar nodded curtly with the slightest of sighs, running thin fingers through his hair in order to extract random dead leaves and twigs.*

*After a brief moment of patting himself down and resettling anything that had fallen or been misaligned by his sudden movements, the high elf gave his steed a quick pat of affection, and moved back onto his saddle, throwing a quick glance into the distance where he could hear, due to his attuned senses, the thunder of battle occurring. Not exactly something he wanted, nor needed to get into the middle of. The slightest tap of his foot against the smooth coat of his horse, they began to set off towards where Sylvar assumed the Silnari capital lay, hoping he could find the information there that he sought.*

*Not too long before the sudden appearance of the beast, had he received strange notice from his grandmother, whom he hadn't seen since he was three, regarding the strange Silnari Vunnlime gate that had yet to be fixed. It was a curt message, offering very little reason on why information about the famous destroyed gate was needed to be gathered, however, he could sense the minacious undertones that hid between the words on paper. He had very little choice but to make his way to the possible dangers that lay ahead.*
Keith
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*Because of the committed vector of which Ashnard was travelling, he wouldn't be able to swiftly move away from Irath, who had opened up both of his jaws to unleash his Breath of the Undying on Ashnard. The cone hit Ashnard square in the face, causing a large majority of his face to be completely covered in ice. It is worth mentioning, however, that the ice had not reached Ashnard's subcantaneous fat tissue - the ice only affected the surface of his skin, as well as a tiny bit below. Had it gone deeper, it would be safe to say that the damage done would be nearly irriversable by normal means.*

*Ashnard was looking directly at Irath when the breath hit, Ashnard's right eye, nose, and skin would all be affected by the ice. For now, he wouldn't be able to move his right eye without feeling an intense, biting pain - however, because of his Impervious, it would be dulled down to a slight sting when it was moved. His nostrils became moderately filled with ice; it was assured that he wouldn't be able to accurately smell something besides ice until it melted away. His left eye was fine, however: he could see clearly out of it.*
``` 3 Minor wounds to Ashnard. Right eye unable to open (Unless, of course, you wanna go through some pain.) Facial skin frostbitten. Nose also hit ```
Judy
Ashnard felt his face, and particularly his sense of smell grow numb from the frost breath that hit him head-on. Still, even with a brief stagger, he'd push past the frigid pain, keeping both eyes opened and fixed on his target right in front of him. Gritting his teeth, he lunged forward once more, this time both blades aiming down for his greatsword. 

He didn't aim to hit the oni with them, but merely to his guard occupied, crouching lightly in point blank range for his tail to last out, aiming for the left side of Irath's chest. A single, quick jab with the sharp tip, like a lashing snake, that's all he needed.
Sanjuana
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Whites in his eyes turned a pure black, and as his iris glowered teal. Symbols, lines and dots formed in the iris, placed in a sort of manner. .Irath's lethal stare was painful and piercing, as if his glare was tearing the beastskin's heart apart with a blinding teal light. He was going to complete his sacrifice, lest he anger the gods.

He held the blade even, a perfect, undaunted horizon; always leveled with the nose, just as he had mastered for the last century. .Manslayer of .Azzenoth, it's dark grey-black steel shimmering ever-so-slightly in the sun as if it were made from the very storm clouds that brewed and rumbled above. The broad grey-black metal was cold, as was the hand it rested in. In all the landscape it was the thing that drew the eye, many had fallen before the fine edge, and more would follow. 

The blade flashed as .Irath spun back on his left foot and hummed a low, swift tune when he slashed diagonally upwards. This meant the canidae would miss it's mark, e.I. Both the sword and Irath's heart. But Irath didn't get off scot-free, the beast's pike-like tail would possibly leave a neat wound sliced into the flesh of his upper right arm. It gently oozing out blood and a bluish-purple bruise forming around it. But tit-for-tat as the pale oni would inevitably lop of the jackal's tail. .Irath would carry the momentum from the slash, bringing the sword down again towards the midriff of the beast, hoping to leave it half the man it once was.```
Keith
*Because of the distance between the two at this point, being almost a foot a part from each other, Irath would not have neither the space nor range of motion to completely spin around in a circle given that Ashnard was only a foot away. Spinning completely on his heel, Irath would find that his sword would partially obstruct his motion, causing him to finish the spin unbalanced and vulnerable. His attempted upwards slash against Ashnard would cause him to become even more unbalanced as he was working against gravity at that point; any strong force could essentially knock him down now.*

*And this is what Ashnard would take advantage of: Irath's reckless spin alone would have left the oni wide open for attack, but combined with the fact that the sword had gotten in the way would attribute even more to the final consequence of Irath being completely vulnerable. With two forceful swings, Ashnard would be able to topple Irath to the ground, his tail strike not finding his mark in the oni's heart, but rather to the right. It would be able to pierce into the skin 2 inches deep, leaving behind a bloody gash.*
``` Irath knocked to the ground, while also getting 1 moderate wound. ```