As Ijemaru told him that he knew not how to perform magic, nor what the mysterious orb he carried could do, Skippy's wide brown eyes fell to the ground that was before his feet. Obviously disappointed, and quiet for a few moments. However, when the white-haired young man ended the conversation by saying that Black<span style="font-style: italic">could</span>perform magic, Skippy excitedly moved to walk along side him and try to start up a conversation.<br/><br/>"So can you show me anything, huh? What are the spells you know? Is there any that you could use on me? I'd love to see! I've always been fascinated by magic, but my kind don't have th-" Skippy started, but Nymeri's warning cut him off.<br/><br/>As if on cue, Skippy's large eyes narrowed, and he scampered up a nearby tree and walked out onto one of the limbs that reached out over the road. There, he patiently waited, one furry hand on the hilt of one of his long daggers.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">When Lysonna was pushed into a bush she was about to protest until she saw the creepy horsemen. The men atop the horses looked as though they personified shadows, and their horses looked almost as creepy with flames for eyes and hooves. Her fear made her hold her tongue.<br/><br/>When Nymeri shouted the signal to attack, Lysonna froze for a moment before her mind managed to get her numb body to comply. She stayed where she was and began firing arrows at the horsemen, even though she wasn't quite sure if the arrows would even affect them.<br/><br/>The arrows went right through the men atop the horses, just as she had feared, but they embedded themselves with a soft thud into the hide of their steeds. Lysonna found that out when one of her arrows hit a horse in the neck, causing it to scream in pain and rear.</span><br/><br/>Skippy took this moment to drop on the wounded, bucking horse. As he felt himself about to be thrown off, he tried to grab the rider, but his arms went right through him. When he decided he'd rather jump off rather than fall and risk being kicked, it would have been elegant if his tail hadn't gotten stepped on by the horse.<br/><br/>He let out a shrieking, high-pitched, squeak, until the horse stepped off of it. Skippy grabbed his long bushy tail and cried, "Why my tail again?!"<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">In the moment, Lysonna rushed forward and removed the arrow from the horse's neck with a quick jerk and twist motion. The horse shrieked again and the blood from the wound began to flow more freely. It was then that a thought struck Lysonna.<br/><br/>"These riders are immune to physical attacks, but magic or elements might work!" As she spoke, the Elven woman looked at Kyra specifically, trying to communicate a silent message.</span>