A howl tore through the air as Kith felt his stomach part under the cold metal of the scythe.<br/>He didn't feel the pain, at first, he stared at the blooming red stain spreading over Celri's tunic.<br/>"Jokes on you, HighBreed." He bit his lip to keep himself from screaming. He wrapped his arms around his belly and crouched down into the dirt. Oh ye gods...the pain...he tore off Celris' shirt and inspected the wound, fully expecting to see his organs spilling out. It was not so, at least, not yet. The cut was deep, if the sheer volume of blood wasn't testament to that. He bit into one knuckle while Kith probed the wound, feeling, with a cold shudder, that the cut had missed disemboweling him by mere centimeters.<br/>He groaned and spat out the rest of his statement, pounding a fist on his flat chest to emphasize, "I'm not your target! She's far outside the city now." He laughed, then winced.  It felt like his guts would pop out at any moment.<br/>Kith gritted his teeth, "I never though something so<span style="font-style: italic">obvious</span>as differently colored eyes would escape you, HighBreed. Perhaps you're<span style="font-style: italic">sick</span>"<br/>The blood was pounding in his head, and he utilized the adrenaline while it was still in his blood, and not spilled over the road. Kith stood to his feet, glaring at his enemy. He tied Celris' shirt around the wound to staunch it, and lifted the rapier.<br/>The pain was fading, slowly, but every move he made caused it to resurface. His vision and hearing were getting fuzzy too, this was bad. Kith spat at the HighBreed, "Then again, if simple<span style="font-style: italic">gender</span>didn't register in your head the HighBreed must not be too much higher than us, eh? Lost yer target, got that nasty wound, and you even took<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>long ending me!" Kith's personality made insults and jeers second nature, but with the scythe right in front of his eyes, stained with his blood, he could physically feel what each of his insults, repaid in kind, would be worth.<br/>He eyed the scythe part sticking out of Coralzane's chest. If he was going to bite it, he'd do so opening up a wound and giving Celris a fighting chance. Kith cast aside his rapier and readied his hands. It should only hurt less than his belly, which was sure to start screaming soon.<br/>Kith raised a hand to the skies and unleashed a howl of his own.<br/><br/>Celris froze at the pain in the returning howl, and started moving towards the city. Oz grabbed her and held her off of the ground while the Feral thrashed. "Lemme go! That's Kith! He's- He's-!" She opened her mouth to answer him, only to have the HighBreed clamp a hand over that, too.<br/>"We need Kith to either lure him over here or for Coralzane to wander this way while searching. If we run to him the purpose of this ambush is useless. If he makes it here, I swear on my life I'll protect him, but if not, there's nothing we can do."<br/>Oz had never sworn on his life before. New things everyday.<br/>Celris beat the HighBreed savagely with her fists, and fell limp. "Kith, if you don't come back, I'll...I'll...!!!"<br/>Oz watched the feral assault the rock wall of their alcove, and looked towards the city.<br/><br/>Kith staggered, doing his best to keep his wits about him, "You failed, HighBreed. Failed your mission. Failed your people. Failed your twisted goddess."<br/>He sprinted at the HighBreed, using the last of his energy to grab the metal protrusion from his chest and yank with all his might, twisting the sharp metal as he pulled to maximize damage.