<span style="font-style: italic">ShadowBlaze listened attentively to the names with a nod.</span><span style="color: #0080FF">"Well met, Sir Morys. And greetings to you, Lady TiiLiiqia."</span><span style="font-style: italic">He began to give a short bow when his head snapped up in violent swiftness. He lifted a hand with a barely whispered hush as his eyes closed. The wolf's head turned towards Fang, nostrils quivering and flaring.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The feline's eyes seemed to go blank for a moment while images flashed through her head. It started with a snapshot of the first time they met. He had known she arrived to kill him when an area near him became void of smells. It was a very strong memory and the beginning of their companionship so it was a quick and easy preset. It meant there were spots nearby that were too clean of smells to be anything other than assassins, almost certainly from her clan. After they went on the run, they quickly devised a grid of practice dummies so that he could use his power to send memories of particular ones to indicate where these voids were. So imaged her to the basic position of three scent voids. Not inclined to take time to bother with common, she whispered under her breath after analyzing the layout indicated.</span><span style="color: #BFBF00">"Been many moons, but is them. Alert formation only, we have upper hand. Plan?"</span><span style="font-style: italic">Fang herself used the mysterious clan method of blank scent to a much lesser extent. It allowed Blaze to track her when separated, and her old tribe would mistake it for being sloppy and not identify her as easily.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">After ShadowBlaze flashed a few hand signals, saving any further use of power for what he might need to do, he turned to the group. Fang meanwhile leaped back up into the trees, leaving little sign of where she went save a single leaf that drifted down to the water halfway across the river.</span><span style="color: #0080FF">"I must apologize, it seems our own past is following us as well. If they see you aide us, this clan of assassins can mark you throughout their entire tribe as mortal enemies, even the other clans will attack on sight. No need to be branded like that so soon after meeting us. My sister will guide you, using that..."</span><span style="font-style: italic">His hand pointed across the water. On perfect cue a dagger thrown from the canopy embedded in a tree on the other side of the river. After a brief moment, however, it crumbled to less than dust. The only trace left a slight gash in the tree, lost amid the marks and signs left by bandits in the past.</span><span style="color: #0080FF">"Regardless which clan or who they seek, they will focus on me, I am quite branded already. But I shall be fine and Fang will keep back enough to guide you while ready to intervene if they catch up."</span><span style="font-style: italic">His voice was growing notably more tense, not in a sense of fear, but more of a building anger being held at bay. Blue flames seemed peek out slightly through crevices in his armor and around his eyes. One-handed, he heaved his claymore from the ground. With a turn up river, he took a few steps and looked back.</span><span style="color: #0080FF">"Be warned. I would prefer to be left to them myself. If anyone insists on following me, I will not stop you.."</span><span style="font-style: italic">There was a growl to his voice now, a tense brewing rage just underneath to his tone.</span><span style="color: #0080FF">"...but while appreciated, I cannot guarantee I won't hurt you in the fray. Please.. Go. Cross the river!"</span>