Lucas looked on unsure of the situation but it was what they had to deal with so mentally he shrugged it off. When Jared returned Lucas was starting to feel a bit left behind in aspects of abilities. Nick controlled his to "dim" himself and Jared managed to teleport himself with another person on command. Although...Lucas felt his ability was a bit more destructive so maybe it was a good thing he hadn't really had a chance to demonstrate to the extent of the others.<br/><br/>His glance then fell back on their blind companion and he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke quietly to her, "It should be ok, he's only in his underwear." Lucas said playfully, probably the first time since before his last adoption. He then made his way to Nick. "Alright big guy, I'll do what I can to help you along." Lucas put Nick's arm around the back of his neck then glanced back at Jared. "Ready when you are. Sooner we leave, maybe the sooner we can get us some help."<br/><br/>Lucas let Jared lead the way while he and Nick brought up the rear of the group. Secretly Lucas was thankful for the nice weather but it bothered him not knowing how much daylight they had left. He read some survival tricks, but those applied to Earth...he wasn't sure how good they'd be here. The majority of their trek was quiet, each person possibly wondering what the others were thinking or how things were going back home, what this place is, what ever happened to the feral women who accompanied them for all of five minutes? Perhaps these were just questions Lucas had. No matter, there would he time to ponder these all more thoroughly later....hopefully.<br/><br/>It seemed their trek next to the woods was taking forever, but maybe it was because Lucas was assisting an injured member of their group. But something stopped them all. You didn't have to be a skilled outdoor tracker to know what horse hooves sounded like when they pounded the ground at full gallop. Lucas simply nodded at Jared and everyone seemed to know exactly what to do.<br/><br/>***Northern Part of the Plains***<br/><br/>The group of galloping horses picked up their pace. Evenly they spread out a little more from each other in order to cover a better sight-line for spotting the adepts. Mordis rode dead center, her eyes swiftly darting from one edge of the plains to the other. Her attention focused to the tree line as they neared the forest and after seeing brief movement from within the brush, she instantly redirected her riders.<br/><br/>Her fist shot up signaling to bring her Knights to a halt. Moments seemed like hours but Mordis was adamant about carefully scanning the tree line for any more movement. She silently waved her hand towards one direction, then the opposite and her knights split into two units walking along the forest's edge. Mordis approached from the middle and her eyes scanned carefully again. Her ears perked, listening for any breathing that wasn't her own. Nothing. A sigh of disappointment escaped her lips and she turned to walk back to her horse. Then in a flash of movement so graceful and swift Mordis turned back towards the trees, drew her dagger and threw it at a set of small bushes. A look of shock instantly formed on her face. Mordis' Knights fell in next to her, just as shocked and speechless as her, staring at the floating dagger stopped dead in mid air just outside of the bush.<br/><br/>***Lucas near Nick***<br/><br/>Hurrying into the trees with a fairly large injured man was proving difficult. They knew they wouldn't get far so Lucas helped Nick and himself get tucked in behind a thick set of bushes. The horses approached slowly and their riders dismounted. Their leader, apparently female, walked just within yards of Nick and Lucas. For what seemed like forever Lucas held his breath, staring at the female warrior intensely. Just because she was in elaborate shiny armor didn't mean she was good. The scientists and their white labcoats ruined that for Lucas years ago.<br/><br/>Eventually she seemed to have lost interest and turned away from the bush. Lucas slowly let his body relax. Then all at once his body tensed back up and he found himself staring at a knife point, inches from his eye. Lucas's body had reacted before his mind could fully comprehend what had happened. Then reality hit. Lucas had stopped a thrown dagger from entering his eye socket. His ability was quickly fine tuning itself to work before Lucas himself could control it. But now it felt different. He could feel the knife in front of his face, it felt like a part of him. And there it was, that all too familiar anger that manifested itself inside him all these years, peaking out and causing chaos at every chance. Lucas had enough, he could feel the control and he would use it.<br/><br/>Slowly Lucas stood and pushed his way through the bushes, keeping the knife suspended in front of his eye. Defiantly he marched towards Mordis. The Knights reached for their swords but with a flick of his wrist, Lucas sent them flying backwards, leaving only Morris who stood unmoved by the Adepts' show of power. Then the dagger dropped from the air and into Lucas's hand. Wasting no time he darted straight for her. Mordis, being a true veteran of combat quickly outmaneuvered Lucas while drawing her sword in a smooth motion.<br/><br/>"I knew you were in there. I doubt I could talk you into just having a simple conversation?" Mordis taunted, switching sword hands to accommodate her stance. Lucas looked on, possessed by his anger and hearing none of her words he charged again, swinging wildly yet surprisingly accurate. Had he been carrying a sword Mordis would have been worried.<span style="font-style: italic">This one shows much potential for the blade</span>she thought as she easily parried and dodged Lucas's wild attacks. But soon Mordis realized he was determined to hurt and even kill her. This had to end before one of them became severely hurt, and she didn't want to face the council on accounts of killing one of the ones supposed to save Tryne.<br/><br/>Mordis waited for the right moment and then struck the back of Lucas's neck with the pommel of her sword. He was on his knees instantly and Morris quickly followed through with a harsh knee to Lucas's chest, sending him on his back almost instantly. Before he could attempt to get back up her blade rested on his neck. Lucas glared at her but the pain in his chest was too much, so he let his head fall back on the ground to rest. "Get that out of my face..." he demanded through heavy breaths. A smile formed on Mordis's face and she circled the tip of her sword around Lucas's chin. "If this was in your face, you'd be dead." And slowly she removed the blade and tossed it out to the side, then extended her hand to assist Lucas to his feet, which reluctantly he took. The two stood toe to toe dusted themselves off briefly. And that's when Lucas noticed Mordis's features. She was just shy of his height, dark brown hair, tight but fair skin and striking deep brown eyes. Her cheekbones sat high but not very defined. Her frame was slender but the armor certainly made her fit. She too seemed to have been studying his looks. Her eyes scanned quickly over his features then back to his golden eyes.<br/><br/>"We know who you are, who ALL of you are..." Morris began as she turned her gaze back towards the woods. "We were sent to find you and bring you to the Council of Light. We're here to help." And with a short informal signal to her men, they laid down all their weapons and stood by her.