<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Naya screamed the moment a pair of large hands grasped her waist and pulled her deep into the brush. Panic surged through her. She squirmed and tried to remove herself from the body above her, but his bodyweight rendered her helpless. She shivered at his touch. He was after her, he was some kind of hunter who wished to gain her bounty. Naya refused this capture to be the end of her life; she wouldn't show fear to this stranger. She'd find a way out of this and escape.<br/>
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"You lie about keeping me alive," she hissed and tried to elbow the man in the side, but to no avail. "Why should I help the likes of you? You've caught me, turn me in. I'm sure Xolag will delight in sharing my body for a feast." <br/>
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"She's not here! You fools!" Xolag roared as the group approached the general area. Naya furrowed her eyebrows. Was the man on top of her blocking her scent or at the very least, was his scent mixing in with her own? Was that why Xolag couldn't sniff her out very well? She kept her mouth shut. An unfortunate run in with another hunter was already awkward enough. Mayana rolled her eyes at the orc and flipped her black hair. "You're the one who's doing the sniffing, Xolag. I suggest you start contributing something to society before you start blaming us, dimwit." <br/>
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"Now, now you two." Amrak entered the scene and Naya involuntarily cowered at his voice, her back pressing up against her captor's chest. "We'll find her. That bloody elf can't be far from us." He took a deep breath and a wicked grin spread across his face. "Oh, I can still hear those sweet cries when I tortured that poor soul. So eager-"<br/>
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"Dylendra won't be happy with you, Amrak. We almost had her, now she's gone. Xolag can't track her. We should've killed her on site instead of trying to reason with her." <br/>
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"I'm glad you see things my way now, Mayana," Amrak chuckled. "However, I feel she'd be much more useful to Dylendra alive. All the more reason to give her a slow and torturous death, if she doesn't give us what we want." <br/>
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"Your torturing is pointless. She either yields or she doesn't. She didn't. I'm surprised she even got out alive. Amrak, our time here is done for now. We need to head back. Dylendra's been wondering what's taking us so long. Be prepared to answer to her." Mayana placed her dark blue hood over her head and dipped her fingers in a strange blue substance, almost clear. She circled her hand in a small motion. The energy crackled and grew larger as she gradually made a wider circle with her arm. <br/>
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"Watch where you put that tongue, Mayana," Amrak warned. <br/>
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"Always." Mayana thrust her hand forward and a bright blue portal opened up. "Come now. I'm sure Dylendra will be happy to hear of our failed mission." The trio stepped into the portal one by one, hardened and angry. When the portal closed, Naya let out a sigh of relief, momentarily forgetting that there was a stranger in her personal vicinity. A stranger she thought was a hunter. Naya immediately took note of her situation once more. This man would turn her into Hallow Council and she'd be fish fry. <br/>
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"Get off of me and kill me now. You want elves dead anyways, so thrust your sword into my heart, hack off my head, and give it to the overseer. It's that simple." <br/>
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