Xangeon sighed as the soul of he last hunter sent after him had been excruciatingly ripped out of him and into his staff. The circles were really getting desperate they even sent 2 druids after him this time. Nowhere near a challenge for Xangeon of course but that showed they really wanted him dead if they would send druids after him.<br/><br/>Xangeon waved his staff and wings sprouted from him and slowly transformed into a raven before flying off. Only a shadow hunter would be able to tell the difference between him and the average raven. Which is why he had to keep moving. The dark energy he gave off was alerting hunters everywhere to him. If he stayed in one place too long he would be overwhelmed.<br/><br/>This Shadowforce had provided protection but since he had come to find Artem they werent with him. Artem was his problem that he had to deal with personally. He would not let Artem be taken control of by these druids and manipulated. Suddenly his senses went crazy. He searched the forest below for a reason and came upon it relatively quickly.<br/><br/>A group of hunters was right on his trail. Suddenly a shadow flame arrow soared into the sky and Xangeon barely able to avoid it as it nicked his wing. It sent pain throughout his whole body and he began losing control of his flight.<br/><br/>He tried to slow and fly in circles to ease it but he ended up spinning out of control instead. In mid-air he shifted into a wolf landing on a tree and slowly climbing down. He sensed the hunters ever closer so he sped off into the woods.<br/><br/>Another arrow was fired but Xangeon dodged it making it explode into a tree causing to to collapse on one of the hunters. From what Xangeon could tell there were three more. He jumped over a small stream and transformed to his high elf form on the other side.<br/><br/>As soon as the first hunter burst through the heavy thicket of the brambles he was hit with a carefully aimed shadow blast in the chest leaving very little of his chest cavity intact. he other two burst through and the brambles wrapped around them ripping their limbs apart.<br/><br/>Xangeon sat against a tree tending his wound from the arrow. It wasnt serious but he wouldnt be able to fly with it. Strange how a wound inflicted to a wing affects his chest as an elf. He never would understand these things. He used his magic causing leaves brambles and vines to form together into a type of bandage and wrapped it around his chest.<br/><br/>He layed his head against tree behind him. He would need rest if he was to continue. He wouldnt be able to do this now though. He needed to get back to the Shadowforce and help them with whatever. He had been gone over a week now and still no clues to Artems whereabouts.