Arcaeus spent the next two hours cooking and preparing the usual. They ate, then went inside to sleep. They both stripped down, this time not entirely facing away from each other. He snuck a look at Janelle's body, admiring it. Janelle saw him, and made a seductive face, obviously teasing him. She then got in bed, and Arcaeus followed. He turned his back on her and soon started to dose off. He felt Janelle nudge him and softly say, "You know. you don't have to face away from me." So he turned onto his back, feeling a bit more comfortable. They both drifted off to sleep.<br/><br/>Sometime in the middle of the night, Arcaeus wasn't sure when, Janelle grabbed his right wrist and pulled it over her, making him cuddle with her. Since he was only half awake, he went along with it. He scooted closer to Janelle's body, holding her tight. She once again had her wings wrapped around her like a cocoon, so it felt a little odd. He quickly fell back asleep, not really even registering that he was holding Janelle.<br/><br/>It was early morning and Arcaeus once again woke up first. The birds were tweeting and the forest had it's usual background noise, creating a peaceful ambiance. He noticed that his arm was once again over Janelle, but this time he was snuggling against her. Instead of recoiling and getting out of bed, he lingered and secretly enjoyed it.<span style="font-style: italic">It's been such a long time since I've had any kind of intimacy with anyone. It's kind of nice.</span>he thought, smiling. Lost in thought, he didn't notice that the forest was quiet, until a twig outside snapped. Living in the forest as long as he has, he had had bears and panthers approach his cabin before. He knew what they sounded like. This sounded wrong, too many footsteps to just be wild animals. He quickly got out of bed and snuck a peek outside. He saw one man in a hooded robe smack another on the back of the head. Arcaeus counted at least thirty men, with more no doubt hidden in the woods.<span style="font-style: italic">The Holy Brotherhood. They've found me.</span>he almost panicked, then calmed himself. He quickly strode and shook Janelle awake. "Huh.. oh. Well good morning handsome" she said slyly smirking. Then she noticed his face. "What? What's going on?" she asked, a little frightened. Arcaeus grabbed their bags and and thrust them into her arms as she got out of bed and got dressed. "The Holy Brotherhood has found me. You need to get out of here." he said, pulling on pants, still shirtless. "I'll cover your escape then meet you Moesbe. The Huntsman's Lodge and Drink. Now go. And DO NOT fly." She looked at him and asks him, "Do you need me to stay and help?" Arcaeus yelled, "GO!" and thrust her toward the window. He blasted it out and looked at her. She looked hesitant, but tucked in her wings and clambered out. Arcaeus turned away and forced his door off it's hinges. It flew and knocked down two of the men, pinning them against a tree.<br/><br/>He stepped outside and faced the Brotherhood. They pulled swords and "holy water" out from under their robes. "You guys come to MY home, destroy MY food, and come to kill ME?! You can just TRY!" he bellowed. He started glowing black and his sword of fire burst out of his hand. He lept forward and cut down five people on a matter of seconds. They surrounded him and started attacking. The battle was a blur of swords and blood. Arcaeus was stabbed and sliced a few times. He was bleeding pretty badly, and his left arm wasn't working, his arm muscle must be severed. The men in the immediate vicinity were all dead, but about 40-50 more came out of the woods. Arcaeus considered going full demon, but realized that it would be pointless. He dashed into the house and threw the bed to block the the entrance where the door used to be. He jumped out the back window, the same one Janelle used, and fled into the forest.<span style="font-style: italic">I really hope I distracted them long enough for her to escape.</span>he thought as he stumbled through the woods. A few hours later, he broke the cover of the forest, and turned around to see if he was being pursued. He wasn't, but he noticed a plume of smoke coming from about where his home was.<span style="font-style: italic">So they torched my home...</span>he was actually sad. Odd. He made his way as quickly as he could do Moesbe. It had to be midnight by the time he got there. It was getting hard to see and hard to even move. He stumbled through the gates and into the tavern. No one was inside, everyone was asleep. He tried to make it up the stairs, but collapsed, and passed out, blood slowly pooling at his feet.