The forest was dense, almost perfectly so. How he loved to walk through the trees, it reminded him of the forest outside his home, that he missed more each day, his mother that he left behind, the soft bed that he had slept in most nights, It had been long, over thirty years since had been home, and that was just the beginning of his journey, he had learned so much in the time he left, that the trade off was well worth it.<br/><br/>He had learned so much in the fifty years he had been away from home, and it was invaluable time he had spent finding himself. Though he wasn't certain that he'd ever be able t return home. that's when he heard the horse's neigh, and his eyes shot from the forest, out towards the field that began. He watched as the horses reared up, and events began to unfold. The horses taken by arrows. he watched as one of the arrows nailed both of the reigns, and it started rolling backwards. without the help of the horses to keep it at the top of the hill.<br/><br/>He stood there, and opened his mind to what he wanted, his hand flying to his belt, and throwing two of his six throwing knives into the axles of the cart rolling, trying to slow it down, but they flew off with a quickness, as if bark to an ax at the speed the cart rolled. He took a step out of the forest and picked them both up, holding them out in his hand as he watched the cart crash into an unseen force. He could see magic, but couldn't tell what it was. And then he heard the voice, looking up ahead, a woman with a sword. This was turning to be an interesting day indeed. He saw books literally the ground, and started to pick them up as he walked closer. What were they doing? They were searching the cargo for something?<br/><br/>They ran at her and with one fell swoop of her sword, one flew to the left, the other two kept charging at her, But there was still things flying from the wagon. Four, at least. Well three now, and three on one, was not okay. So he did what any decent person would, and stepped up beside her, holding a book he had still in his hands, he tucked it away behind his back in his pants, and threw out the throwing knives, one thrusting itself into the left one's shoulder, while the other hit the right one in the ribs. He closed his eyes as the flames began to pour from his hands, engulfing the cargo itself.<br/><br/>There was a scream from inside the cargo as the last jumped out, flames on his clothing, he didn't seem to be getting hurt. The two still running towards him, and this other elf it would seem. Psy dipped his hand in the bag at his waist, and grasped at a handful of the powder, tossing it out in front of them, which immediately burst into flames and smoke, twirling around each other in a spinning wave of flurry, more eye catching than dangerous, but it looked like it could do some damage.<br/><br/>By all appearances the wagon was on fire, though what couldn't be seen, was nothing was being harmed. His hand came up and the fire in front of him started to spiral in to smaller flamed balls of heat and searing power, smashing against the people in the chest, sending them back a couple feet, though doing little more than burn their clothing. on impact.<br/><br/>He wasted little time as he grabbed another handful, and blew it out of his hand, creating what was essentially a breath of flames, whipping from his hand at those on the ground, like a tongue of fire. he pulled out another two throwing knives, and got ready to throw them. "Why are you taking from this woman? What gives you the right to take what isn't yours?"