"Thank you, my little friend." Jerakea pleasantly responded as Chizu restored his depleted energy. As the arrow was loosed from Morgana's bow, he turned his head toward her and immediately cursed his luck. If this Demoness recognized him, he would never hear the end of it. He immediately morphed in plain site back to his Wolf Anithrope form, in hopes that she was too busy with her aim to notice.<br/><br/>Darakus on the other hand, raised his hand holding a small knife that he carried with him at all times. as he aimed it at the last remaining nightmare with the arrow protruding from it's back and muttered<span style="color: #FF0000">"Setaro Kotama Caseto Chromel!"</span>and appeared to throw his knife. While the knife remained in his hand, fifty copies of it soared towards the Night Mare that was otherwise occupied and formed a sphere around the beast, then impaled it from all sides, exitied the Night Mare on the opposite sides of where they entered, then disappeared as though they had never existed.<br/><br/>"Oh yeah! We bad!" Darakus exclaimed as he held his hand up to Farish in a high five manner. Jerakea, who seemed to have figured out who the arrow's intended target was, walked toward Morgana and asked "And what would a Demoness such as yourself be doing in the forest at this hour? Wouldn't you rather be looting something that can't fight back?" He wasn't the type to be fooled easily, and since they had just gotten out of a conflict, he needed to be sure they hadn't walked into another one.