Artimer was ecstatic, the war raging on around them was higher then it could ever be and the smell of blood was definitely in the air. The 2nd battalion was in place. They were to infiltrate the barracks of the fighting humans and let loose havoc with out ever being seen. Their clan referred to them as the silent killers, more because they could get anywhere, with out being spotted a large majority of the time. It was thanks to their scouts that they were able to get to this barracks just as the fighting started at the far end of the field.<br/>Motioning to those nearest to him their readiness to attack, he silently leaped up behind the one of the watch men and slit his throat. At that moment many other guards feel quietly to the ground. They moved in closer to the middle of the barracks, not leaving anyone alive this mission.<br/>One of the rookies had slipped up causing some racket near the cooks stand. The more experienced of the team quickened up their paces, killing as many in silence as they could before they were surrounded. Artimer gave the signal to continue on as they were told no matter what they needed to get to the captains tent, retrieve the plans and disperse. The general needed to be convinced that the infiltration units were worth keeping.<br/>Poor Rookie was the first to be noticed. Why the General insisted that he come along, Artimer did not want to know why. He was constantly making mistakes, and getting them caught. Well while the rookie was fighting the guards, the rest of the team continued on. Artimer reached the Captains tent first, scanning the area he grabbed up the plans, and maps after confirming that was what he needed. Looking around he could not help but take a little memento of his visit. The little trinket was elven make, but it was of gold and silver with a twinkling emerald in the center of the pendant. The plans, maps and trinket her stuffed away in the bag of holding he carried around his neck. Whispering the words of enchantment the bag was locked and disappeared from sight. Smirking to himself he gave the signal to retreat.<br/>Rookie had changed into his Dragon form and was fighting as best he could. he had three dead guards under his feet and was slashing at one other. He was surrounded by five other guards. Rolling his eyes he whistled to get the guards attention. When they looked they did not see just one rogue standing in the opening, they saw ten, then twenty, then close to forty rogues. All with dual swords, all looking the same as the other. In a flash the swords were out, and they were rushing towards the guards, giving them superficial wounds. Artimer laughed as he saw them drop one after the other, their minds believing for that instant that they were mortally wounded. While they were down that is when Artimer attacked. Each guard had a clean cut across their throats, and a bruise of where the illusion had hit them.<br/>Shouting so all his men could hear "Today the humans believe they have won, but I say that is not so. Today we have turned the balance. Today we have proven ourselves worthy." With that they let out a roar so loud it could be heard from the battle field as the rookie let out a bellowing breathe of fire covering the nearest tents in flames before he took off to the skies. The rest ran into the forest near by, disappearing into the shadows with in moments. They were to join those on the battlefield, but Artimer made his way to where the general was to provide him with the information of success.