Willingly the night passed slowly and it became midnight in the forest making the path Mythril was to go on even more dangerous. The moon was large as the cloudless sky reined colorful streams of the universe into the night sky making a wonderful sight as well as a tight dim glow. Waking Mythril groaned a little before seeing his horse was standing, looking agitated and worried. Staring the black haired Mage went to his horse an rubbed the side of her neck, leaning close in a hug, she whinnied and shook her head. Her large eyes wide with horror, she was spooked, Mythril began to prepare her to leave. She waited and soon as he got on she tried taking him down the clearer path but he stopped her, rearing she brayed and pawed the air before he patted her shoulder rubbing it. The horse calmed and turned her head to him, she gave him a look like he was insane to go the way he wanted, he grinned and looked like he was chuckling before he stroked the beast's hair. She let off a gentle neigh before turning an going towards the darker wood, the trees here were older than the others and the path was nearly overgrown.Â<br/><br/>Though as he walked his horse the beast began to act weird and shook her head, slowing down to the point where Mythril had to dismount and walk her by foot. She seemed tired, he rubbed her neck and felt something sticky and wet, stopping he removed his hand and splayed his fingers out as the mage looked to his hand and freaked. Blood. His eyes widened and he wipped it on his saddle as he tried not to panick. His horse was hurt, but how! Wait.... Then he remembered. Rubbig his side there was a burn through the fabbric of his outfit, doubling over in pain from to hint the burn he rested into the side of his beast he held her, someone attacked them. Someone had bitten her, and sent him into the tree. Though what was that word of what had been said? Chior boy? He groaned and put his hand on the wound of his horse and healed it. The horse nudged him and he soome felt something grab him and pull him away from his horse. The beast reared in fright, screaming loudly as her eyes went wide with fear and worry for her friend. Groaning Mythril sat up on his elbows looking up to a tall barbarian and began backing up in a crawl, eyes wide as he bumped into someone moving his head he looked to the one he bumped the Mage gulped. Being pulled up by his hair with a silent yelp Mythril was shoved forward falling over from the force, pushing up he narrowed his eyes and the mark on his bead glowed bright. Â Balling a fist he stood before running at the man who pulled him from his horse, the hand glowed red as he smashed it into the male's skull. Sending him onto the ground, the Mage turned and tossed what was in his fist at the other, the man got blasted with a fire ball. Sending him into a tree and setting it and him aflame. Mythril looked around for the man he punched.Â<br/><br/>The male was nowhere. Where did he go? Suddenly he was grabbed and held against his will, struggling the mage glared and soon saw a barbarian female, a rather busty one who liked wearing things that made her body stand out more to appeal to men, Mythril didn't care. His eyes were on her's as he growled silently in his head . He didn't want to be taken or killed or used or sold. He wanted to burn that female who was before him and so he did. Narrowing his eyes the mark glowed and he nodded his head, a fiery version of himself shot at her and tackled her to the ground, burning her alive to a crisp. Mytril kicked the male in the shin before being let go. The mark went green and a staff went in his hand before he smashed it against the man's skull, the man stumbled but charged. Mythril being much smaller build and shorter than the barbarian was tackled to the ground and had a knife being drawn. Reaching up with both hands he gripped the hand aimed to cut his throat, grunting he used his magic to heat his hands and burned the man, the barbarian cried out and in a flail of hand stabbed Mythril. The Mage opened his mouth like he screamed and gripped the knife in his shoulder, lifting his free hand he shot a blast of green light at his assaulter and watched him fly off to hit a tree. The Mage stood after getting on his side, hand on the hilt he jerked it out wincing and fell over. The hit to the tree walker hurt. Â Healing his shoulder as much as he could he went to his horse, holding the slight wound, petting his horse he closed his eyes and a white soft glow from his book came, "<span style="font-style: italic">Rest here... Come for me when you are better...</span>" his voice too much of a whisper as well as an echo but it was understandable. Kissing the horse on it's snout he smiled and walked away as it laid down. Mythril rubbed his shoulder, holding the knife that hurt him. Those barbarians wore guard emblems. He killed two... The other was not inns wake for a while, he hoped he could get when he needed to go. If at all.Â<br/><br/><br/>The Celtic Demon walked the halls and stopped by the captive's hold, stepping inside he growled, "I don't see why and what the hell Leonardo wants with you but I am not going to let it last." he said and spat at her before leaving as well as locking the door again. He pulled his wings out an stretched them wide before barreling through the maze to soon be in his room. Though seeing all the chaos he wondered what stormed in here- wait that scent! Flying faster he dropped down and looked around. Only that genderness diviner was there and the wolf. Soon he heard words and he grinned, "I've been better without being on the run old friend." he said looking around. He knew Jasel was there.