Tired. Ausan felt fatigue works its way into her bones, into her muscles and the pain in her side that had been a dull ache since she impacted with the spear from that Tutar while she ran to save Barth was now a constant sharp pain. Mainly whenever she thought to take a deep breath as if there was something lodged there beneath her armor and worked its way deeper at an agonizingly slow rate. Which, in the light of the speed that she moved now said something, and not something good; and yet she had no plans to stop.<br/><br/>With the Demi-Gods at her sides, the trio moved like a well-oiled machine.  She ducked, they attacked. She spun, they rolled. Certainly they lacked the natural bond and connection that she and Barth shared, but for their first time she would give them credit where it was due. The only issue she truly saw was that there was no end to this mass of violence and chaos. It would not be the first time she had fought these beasts, but there had always been an end, even if the end had been them retreating they had been an end to it all.<br/><br/>Yet, here and now there could be no end. This was it. This was the last stand of the race of man and there was no stopping.  Even if the blades in her hands began to feel more like rods of lead, she would fight on. There was no rest, not when Linden depended on her, not when Barth depended on her.<br/><br/>A spear is thrown with a bit more skill than the others prior flew past and nicked her shoulder. The force of the attack caused her to half turn though it hardly slowed her down. Instead, she turned with the momentum and took off at a run toward one of the twins.<br/><br/>“Assistance!” she shouted though she did not stop.<br/><br/>The Tutar he was engaged with was knocked back so that he could summon a wall of wind at his shoulder. With the beast bearing down on the both of them, on her next step Ausan jumped, placed both feet on his shoulder of wind, coiled and pushed off. The spittle from the between the Tutar’s lips splattered her face, ignored as she clenched her gauntlet fist and connected with its jaw. To say that it broke on contact was an understatement. With the assistance of the wind she shattered his jaw, sent a tusk up into the roof of his mouth. Poor bastard did not die instantly, but he fell back to lay there on the ground and watch the rest of the world fade into blackness while he bled into his brain.<br/><br/>Feet back on the ground she shook out her fist glad for it seeming to be mostly intact, sore as fuck, but in what appeared to be working order.<br/><br/>“You’re welcome,” the Demi-god said with a grin, his presence suddenly beside her as they enjoyed the briefest of pauses in the carnage.<br/><br/>“Thank you,” she said though Ausan kept her eyes on the field around them and not on the Demi who spoke to her.<br/><br/>“So, how long have you and Barth been a thing?” the second asked when he joined them.<br/><br/>“Wh…What?!” she asked a bit thrown off her game.<br/><br/>“You know. Like being together,” the first asked. “How long?”<br/><br/>“Um…” she struggled with an answer only for the trio to be interrupted by the roar of a Tutar. “Oh! Thank the Goddess!” she whispered and went with some extra pep in her step to dispatch the beast.<br/><br/>“I mean you two are together, yes?” the initial asker of the question brought up while they fought. “We can just….feel this bond between the two of you.”<br/><br/>“Oh Naiya…please shut them up!” she muttered under her breath and jumped over the low swing of the Tutar. “No. We aren’t.” She finally answered if only to shut them up.<br/><br/>“Then why the death glare at the young female when she looked at him?” they asked nearly in unison.<br/><br/>A spin, followed by a block and then a final thrust to the Tutar that had loomed before them, which left her with some conflicting emotions; ones that she did not want to think about right then.  On the one hand there came the rush that always came at the moment of victory over a foe. On the other came the frustration that without a distraction she might actually have to answer these two. Answer a question she had warred with herself for years now.<br/><br/>How she felt about Barth…what he meant to her…<br/><br/>“Because…” she started and stopped, a glance about the area revealed the Tutar were away from them for the moment. “Because…because…” she stammered and raked her fingers through her hair in frustration. “He…I…” then before the rest could come tumbling forth she felt….something. Like a pang…in her heart. The cutting of a string would be the closest description to the sensation and her gaze went to the woods as if there held the key to this sudden sensation.<br/><br/>“WOAH! YAH! HERE COMES THE CALVERY!”<br/><br/>The shouts of her companions broke her from the momentary daze and she watched with a smirk as they charged forth.  With Barth…in the front…on her horse…<br/><br/>“Naiya, please protect them both,” she whispered in prayer to her Goddess.<br/><br/>“Come! Let’s get moving they are going to need back up!” Ausan said to the twins who nodded and followed after her in a charge on foot toward the Tutar. An “army” of three they were and she was glad for the attention being back on combat and not herself, or how she felt about Barth.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: gold;background:gold;"/></div><br/><br/>Weylyn drew another arrow from his quiver; the feathers tickled his cheek as the string was pulled back. The tension in his muscles held along with a breath he sighted down the shaft at a Tutar and released his breath along with the arrow when the moment was just right. He never missed, it was a gift born from years of training that only improved the longer he lived. Day in and day out he trained so that when the time came he could be ready. So, that he could hunt and protect his lands.<br/><br/>One after one, Tutar after fucking, Tutar were felled by one of his arrows.  His wolves, his family circled and darted about through the trees taking down those who slipped past his arrows. They kept him safe up close and he continued to fire without pause. Off, some distance from him, he knew the humans fought just as hard. It seemed that today they might just win, at least until the ground shook…<br/>It was chaos from then on.<br/><br/>Animals yelped and howled in confusion, to the point he had to command them back to just get his chance to fire once more. The earth, it collapsed in on itself and caused a line of human archers to fall into a death trap with a hoard of Tutar bearing down on them. Even as he drew his next arrow and prepared to find cover he saw something that turned his blood to ice. A human male and his warriors abandoned the archers. Backed away and left without looking back.<span style="font-style: italic">Cowards</span>.<br/><br/>There was no time to pursue, no time to hunt them down like the slim they were. There was an archer trapped down below, a familiar archer that spurned Weylyn’s actions. Verana, or as she was known in the heavens, Windstring ; an archer of exceptional skill and dedication, one of the maidens to the bold prince. This woman did not deserve to die this day, not like this and not at the hands of such beasts as the Tutar. No. Weylyn would ensure she lived and saw the next day! If only so that he could watch her cram her fist down the throat of the bastard who abandoned her, she would live to see the next day!<br/><br/>Time slowed and it was on their side, but there were just too many of them. For every two he killed another four took their place. Even as Verana, fought with everything she had it was just not enough, she had to get out of there. He had to get her out of there.<br/><br/>“Falcor!” he barked for one of his wolves, even as he continued to fire, two or three arrows at a time. “GET DOWN THERE! I NEED YOU TO GET DOWN THERE AND GET HER OUT OF THERE!” The wolf had not gone two steps when Weylyn knew he would never get there.<br/><br/>Another arrow notched and released. Too soon perhaps? In his haste to get to her, he might had made a mistake and slipped up. The arrow released from his bow only to glance off the shoulder armor of the Tutar with the scimitar.<br/><br/>He missed.<br/><br/>He never missed.<br/><br/>Hand back to grab another arrow quickly, only to come up empty handed.<br/><br/>“No…”<br/><br/>Panic tore through his body as his spear was taken up then and he charged his way to the edge of the drop off. Down he fell as he jumped, eyes intent on the scene before him as he poured all he had into the charge, but knew that he was too late. That he would not get there in time.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I missed….</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I never miss…</span><br/><br/>“Where the arrow has failed, the spear shall AVENEGE!!” he roared and hurled the weapon for all he was worth the moment Verana fell forward.