Celris hissed as Oz turned to her, filled with relief that he didn't have to forsake everything.<br/>He could return to his Forge, and slowly rebuild Mother's trust in him. He happily Called his Halberd, and Froze, confused, when the Feral charged with it. His forced Calling and her running charge gave it that much more speed and power. Oz dodged aside to avoid being skewered, and was knocked back as Celris savagely kicked off his body to change course. Now she was aimed at the other HighBreed, and with no significant loss of momentum.<br/>She'd shaken as Coralzane approached, and for once she made a plan to follow her instincts. If things kept up this way in the city many would die, and she was more of an open desert type of fighter anyway. "It's called self-preservation. You may own some, but I have more!" Celris squeezed her eyes shut and let go of the halberd.<br/>Oz reached for her, felt her ankle in his grasp, and grabbed her one second too late.<br/>The obsidian blade flew from her hands, and struck the other HighBreed.<br/>Without looking to see what her strike had done, Celris turned on Oz, sending flurry after flurry of kicks to his head. One kick snapped it backwards, while not a lethal move, he had no neck to break, it distracted him enough to release his grip.<br/>Celris gathered her weapons and stuck the magic sword in her belt, moving as quickly as she could, before leaping through the window, rolling as she hit the ground some twenty feet later and promising her body lots of rest after this if only it would<span style="font-style: italic">move</span>. She winced on her rattled bones and joints and started pelting through the streets. She ran as if all forms of demons were on her tail, desperate to take this fight out of the city.<br/>"My Lord!" He hesitated between aiding his companion and pursuing the girl. His orders had been to help dispatch the girl, however, and she was getting away. Without his flight it was no longer a luxury to pursue the target at one's own ease.<br/>Oz stood there, shocked, for a moment, before following Celris out the window and charging after her. He wasn't as fast at her, but he was close, and his legs didn't need a constant supply of oxygen and fuel to keep them moving.<br/>Something deep down was telling him that this was the wrong choice. There had been many maybe's in that promise, and he knew his own kind. He himself would've destroyed any other imperfect HighBreed. Why would Coralzane be different?<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Silence. Obey the HighBreed, his is your superior no matter what you are now. Wasn't it HighBreed to expect death if one became Less?</span><br/>He didn't<span style="font-style: italic">want</span>to die.