Melissa
*Arthur would chase the two of the bounty hunters out of the beach, following the, up a short inclination in which the stony face of the cliff's edge would spiral around and about, eventually reaching the top of the cliff, facing the woods. The two figures would continue to run full pace into the forest, and Arthur found himself at the entrance to the woods as he kept a watchful eye over the two figures. He could still see well into the forest, since it was night time, but he figured that he couldn't continue to advance into the forest any further without complications arising from the Air Strider being too big to weave easily throughout the trees. He dismounted the beast quickly, then continued to follow the mage and the lancer at full speed until he reached a cabin in the woods. He heard the manic screaming of a man yelling about ingredients, and he would keep his distance as he watched the rider and the mage dash into the wooden building. There was a man, seemingly clad in robes, jittery and panicky as he doubled over a kettle used for brewing, but his visage would quickly shift over to a man on top of the cabin's roof; the Treton archer that he had supposedly killed earlier. Looks like this was the summoner, hmm?*

*He heard the man shout towards him about some idiotic 'homefield advantage,' and how he should 'give up' while he had the chance. He drew his how, pointed towards Arthur, and the kitsune stared down the archer with a gaze that exuded an air of 'I don't have time for this,' with a hint of resentment in his eyes. He stopped in his tracks, taking his halberd, digging the butt end into the dirt. Hiding the other hand behind his back, he would recast flame guard once more, but this would most likely be pretty obvious due to the visual effect it had. Were these people stupid? Retreating to the middle of a forest where his fire could blaze from the tiniest spark into a roaring inferno? These people really WERE idiots.*

"You have the homefield advantage? I can literally set this entire forest on fire if I wanted to. Hell, I'd do it right now, but I'd rather not risk missing out on an opportinity to get some new gear for free. Mainly from your dead bodies. I'd like to see you TRY and do something." 
``` Flame Guard cast. 5 mana regained. Remaining mana: 27/230 ```

*Damnit. Fog? Really? Out of all the cowardly tricks they were pulling, fog was the only one that would provide a real annoyance to Arthur. He couldn't see very well within said fog, but his own senses of hearing and smell remained unchanged; fog was only fog, after all. However, he wouldn't be able to do anything about the arrow that the archer had shot at him. Concealed by the fog, it would find itself hitting Arthur's exposed neck area, though the damage was mitigated by his own Flame Guard. The spell wouldn't shatter just yet, but it was enough to cause Arthur to flinch as the arrow impacted on him. Deciding to use the terrain against his opponents, Arthur would hide behind a nearby tree that stood before him, just out of the fog's reach. He would use his senses of hearing to try and listen to any footsteps coming from the direction of the cabin, making sure to stay alert as he waited out the fog. He couldn't clearly attack what he couldn't see; that was asking for you to be left wide out in the open.*
Patrick
*The group just waits and for good reason, they have no reason to attack at all, seeing as they'd recover the mana used when the spell runs out so they can keep the fog up for as long as they need. The archer just pulls back another arrow and waits for Arthur to move out of his cover.* **"There's a reason why homefield advantage is so good! Cowardly opponents cannot break through it, no matter how they try!"** *The man keeps brewing the thing, when he's finished he exclaims* **"Even if ya folks fail to beat thar miscreant, ma revenge shall be made!"** 

*Waiting ensues*
Melissa
"You honestly think your so called 'Home field advantage' is so good? All you're doing is hiding out in some fog! And you're calling ME a coward? The pitiful archer had to waste his time using a decoy summon since he was too afraid to fight me at my full energy, and this idiotic lancer and mage pair had the GALL to try and run away from me when THEY were the ones to attack first! You batch of people are so hypocritical; its a wonder to me personally that you can even talk about who's being a coward in this situation!"

*At this point, Arthur was just buying time. If the Archer's vision was well enough, he had probably have seen which tree Arthur had hid behind. If that was the case, obviously the archer would have prepared another arrow again. Arthur expected the archer to have his bow aimed to the side he dashed to the tree from, so he made a mental note in his mind not to peek out of that direction. The fog would surely cover his vision, anyway. However, now that he thought about it, the fog wasn't too thick after all. He was able to make out some of the fine details about the people and the cabin itself within the area, and it would be obvious that they were trying to keep this farce going for a seriously prolongued amount of time. He would have to make an assault soon; though not now. He would regain some mana first, before doing any other things.*
``` 5 mana regained. Remaining mana: 32/230 ```
Patrick
**((Hon hon hon Artoria is coming**
Melissa
*He knew that with each ticking moment of the time passing by, the enemy was recovering and growing ever stronger while he stood more or less idle. Charging in right now seemed to be the best course of action, since the only person defending the area right now would be that archer from earlier, since the rider would still be exhausted from that long, long trek from earlier. A minute or two was not nearly enough to recover from exhaustion, but Arthur wasn't entirely sure if that was the case when healing magic came into place. Nevertheless, the longer he stood idle, the more chances the enemy had to recover their energy. Noticing that his own flame guard had just ran out, Arthur recast the spell, then proceeded to rush into the fog with his halberd. Just like he thought, the archer had his bow aimed directly at him, but he didn't worry at all. Rather, he charged right into the fog towards the cabin, but not before he had a massive intake of some... Mist that the man had thrown at him. He glanced at the floor, and there were shards of bottles laid throughout. However, he wouldn't be able to feel any effects of the 'poison' yet, so he ignored this fact and charged straight for the cabin, ignoring the man and the archer. He flung the door open, shutting it as quickly as he could whilst coming inside.*
Patrick
*Right infront of Arthur when he had entered the house was the imp, who was prepared for him and attempts to swing horizontally to Arthur! He had glown blue just a split second before making this attack, so he probably casted psionic speed. The attack would likely break through the flame guard if it hit head-on. The archer would jump down from the roof and draws his spear, he opens the door but would be unable to attack. Arthur was now confronted with 2 fighters, which have prevented him from moving anywhere, the fog would still permeate the area so any flames that would ignite anything would likely fizzle out.* "I'm pretty sure you were too bloodthirsty, you shoulda just ignored us and ran away with the bird. But now you're surrounded with no way to use your magic. Now I ask you again, will you surrender" *The archer questions.*
Melissa
*As Arthur opened the door to the cabin, quickly bringing his halberd inside of the building, he would see the imp instantly jump on him, attempting to swing his sword horizontally towards him. The einerfin exuded a glowing blue aura, a sign that he had cast psionic speed again, which was quite bothersome. He hadn't had enough time to bring his halberd's pole over to block the strike, however he did have enough time to use his spare arm to block the swing by bashing the gauntlet he had with all of his force into the sword. Because of this, the flame guard would obviously become dispersed, but in reaction, the sword hand that the imp swung with would become impacted with the full force of his strike, and would also more or less be sent flying back a good distance because of the effect the guard had upon shattering. If the attack succeeded, the imp would more or less have ended up with a broken bone; being hit in the hand with a steel gauntlet would definitely break a few things. When, or rather, if, the imp got sent flying back, Arthur would instantly be ready to get on the assault, though he wasn't too sure how he would strike.*