"Neff?  Ok then Mr. Neff.  I have to catch up to a deformed Highbreed and a Feral girl.  It shouldn't be too hard to find them, but we are a bit behind in terms of time.  Maybe... Maybe you can help me get there after all.  If you promise you won't try to eat me, maybe, just<span style="font-style: italic">maybe</span>I'll let you join me." Prometheus had tried to sound proud and authoritative but it had come out shaky and unpracticed.  It had almost been comical.<br/><br/>Prometheus hoped desperately that this Neff character had no intention of ripping him apart.  Even more so he hoped he would be able to utilize Neff's size and strength to accomplish his goals.  He didn't quite understand the necessity of saving the old races anyway, but regardless he knew what he had to do.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/><br/>Arethus was a predictable man.  He lived a life of utter routine, so when two Highbreed and a Feral showed up on his doorstep fighting each other, he did not, as he always had before, have a logical or even substantial response.  Frantically, and with trembling hands he pulled his own sword from it's sheath.  The logical tactic was to kill the Highbreed and the Feral for working together.  His heart, even though he had no love for either race, told him something was off.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Maybe you are wrong about the Feral after all, maybe- '</span><br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>Zelfir tumbled to the floor taking his passengers with him.  When the initial shock wore off he stood back up, attempting to fly from his enemies reach.  When he deemed himself in safe airspace, he took it upon himself to scope the field.  Both sides seemed at a stand-still.  The Feral girl desperately tried to plead her innocence, in fact it almost struck him as funny.  Almost.<br/><br/>The leader of the Alune seemed to hesitate, watching the scene unfold.  Perhaps he had doubts and doubts could lead to ideas that Zelfir did not want the man to have.  With two flaps of his wings, Zelfir sped downward, pulling the unsuspecting general off his feet.  The General attempted to swipe at the Highbreed with his silver blade, and came close to it too, but could not reach far enough.\<br/><br/>"Let me.. go you... metal monster," He spoke, grimacing. Zelfir's wings flapped effortlessly, his eyes darting back and forth.  He knew what had to be done, knew what had to happen.  Zelfir was different from his brothers.  Like Coralzane he was an experimental Highbreed who possessed the ability to congeal and thin the powers of the void.  Such actions made him an invaluable scout, and strong fighter.  So was it he was chosen for the assignment.  Slowly his metallic hands began to squeeze the generals neck, which had in turn turned a deep shade of purple.<br/>"You won't get away with this you know!  I said let me down!"  The irritable words assaulted Zenfir's senses breaking his train of concentration.<br/>"You know, your voice is very irritating."  Zelfir's words were soft and unheard.  "Do you know something else?" He said.  "There's no such alliance between us and the Feral.  Sorry.  I lied."  The general's face took a deep shade of red.  Whether it was due to the lack of blood or recent information, Zelfir did not know.  He had made sure to speak softly, so that know one heard his confession.  Before he could continue, three wooden arrows assaulted his legs, bouncing off harmlessly.  Turning, he noticed the Alune archers had begun to try and save their leader, turning away from Celris and Ozbourne.  He knew he could not wait any longer, or they would become suspicious.<br/>With one hand, Zelfir warped the ground below, until where there was once sad a circular void had appeared.  He admired the perfect rim and the intimidating entrance.  No one would be fool enough to enter such a place.<br/>"I said... LET.. ME .... G-" Zelfir cast the man downward, as he watched his saddened expression.  The shiny metal armor seemed almost too perfect to waste, and so in a last minute effort to preserve it , Zelfir whipped his diamond chain after the man, catching him a mere foot above the hole.  The chain was an extension of his powers, and quickly it slithered under the helm and breast-plate of the man.<br/>Zelfir grinned, perhaps he would keep the helmet as a trophy...<br/><br/>With one final flick of his wrist, the cloth and leather binding snapped, allowing the man to fall inot the black hole wearing his undergarments and greaves, but no more.  The shiny metal loot was safe in the diamond chain's intricate looping.  Zelfir watched the terrified archers, and savored their fear.  Soon they too were confused.  Three of the archers surrendered, disarming themselves before running out into the desert like cowards. The other two stood, but shakily.  It was obvious even they were contemplating surrender.<br/><br/>"Fools!  Run!  Run to your masters and tell them the high alliance has made it's first move.  This is the beginning of the end!"