Argin failed in trying to hide back any signs of fatigue as the barbarian created some distance between them, but his strong mental state could not have been protrayed the same as his physical state. He had put very little effort into killing anyone throughout the entire raid but this man had such inhuman strength, a simple move or attack felt like tenfold in effort. Now, his movements seemed lazy at best as Argin tried to force himself onto his feet, meeting the barbarian once more with a more grudging response with his blade in toll.<br/>The void which surrounded his thoughts at first began to crack as the barbarians words sank in, roaring an inaudible curse that could only describe the mans frustration. It certainly had been a while since someone had managed to stand up to Argin for this long, he wasn't sure if he was to enjoy it or hate it.<br/><br/>Holding his weapon more freely once more was a relief, and by examining the state of the barbarians weapon, the chance of defeating his foe were more in his favour than before. It surprised Argin that the man had even retreated in the first place. As long as he wielded this blade, victory was his.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: royalblue">You made a big bleedin' mistake.. a childs mistake</span>” The words that poured from his lips were tainted and poisoned, a hint of mockery staining them as an insulting grin crawled onto his lips. As soon as he finished, he emitted a giant and bellowing roar as he charged towards the man in a crazed fury, the calm footing from before long gone, now becoming a raging and bloodthirsty tempest, swinging his blade wildly at Cruran with the pure intent to kill the man right there. Argin knew that if he kept him at a distance with his blade, there would only be so many blocks he could attempt before his blade faultered, and Argins blade after that would soon taste flesh.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Turmoil. Chaos. Confusion. Terror. Luna would fall upon all these at once as the naked elf revealed herself outside the camp. Hundreds of screaming men and women ran amongst the array of tents that littered the landscrape, all hidden in the veil of night. The men however seemed confused and scared at best as each attacked the other in a wild flurry of unpredicable attacks, all trying to kill one another. Luna in her state would seem to have gone unnoticed still, but those that were closest just couldn't ignore a woman surrounded by such energies. They ultimately turned to face her, a few showing true expressions of fear and fleeing at the sudden sight of this naked figure surrounded by blood and gore, only a few in number would turn to face her entirely and raising their weapons. Guided by their desperate fear, they lunged towards her in the crazed panic, their words nothing more than a mixture of gargling, whimpers and rage.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkorchid">“It's the girl...” </span>A black cloaked figure turned towards one of his companions, a hefted sack rested on his shoulder.<span style="color: darkorchid"> “What should we do?”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: red">“We do nothing...”</span>It was a feminine voice, yet the exchanged glances from the others did little to convince her that they were satisfied with her answer.“She is already marked. Let the thralls deal with her, we have what we came for.” She was dressed the same as the others however baring weaves of silken red along the hem in a jagged pattern. The figure gestured onwards and her companions followed her regardless. Any questions thereafter would have gone unanswered, as long as they managed to further themselves away from the fight and with that, they were gone..<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">“Please! Someone! Help me!”</span>An elf woman crawled into Seline's and Atashi's tent in wild abandon, clawing at the surface in any attempt to pull herself from outside into the interior of the tent. Despite the gruelsome decorations, her eyes were not set on the blood altars, but with a brief scanning she had quickly picked up on the two bound women. There was very little patience in her movements as she raced over to them, a blood soaked blade in one hand. She too was naked, but her skin was covered in ritual markings, scars and minor wounding. No doubt that this woman was meant to be a sacrifice too.<br/><br/>She wasted no time in trying to free the women. If they fought off her advances or not, she only figured they would be happy to oblige, the only person who would be able to grant them freedom in this hellhole.<span style="color: olive"> “Please! You must help me! Everyone has gone crazy.. I'm no fighter! Please! You must help me get to Greenvale! It'll be safe there! I have a family there, please!” </span>her words came out in rambles, her body trembled as terror surged through her. It was impossible for her to even keep her blade still, but she attempted it regardless.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Lyles arrow finally did justice as the arrow made contact, drinking deeply and forcing the heavy man to scream out in agony as it sank deeply into the mans chest. His body only came to sudden halt to tumble violently against the pebblestones. The bashing of the pavement did all the more harm as the arrow itself although the man still struggled.<br/><br/>With a hefty lift with his only functioning arm, he slowly forced himself to his feet but as he rose, his stance was all but staggered. The blade swinging became heavily lazy, with no perception made in each swing. The man became nothing more than a wounded animal trying to fight to stay alive, but his approach towards Lyle was the only thing constant. The lumbering menace tried to speak, tried to roar out his rage, but all that Lyle got was a projectile splatter of gargled blood as it poured from his mouth.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The large bandit exploded with energy in abundance towards Aure with nothing but an easy vengeful victory in mind as he read her clear expression on his approach. Raising his blade high in an almighty swing and confusion invoked him as the Elf dodged his immense swing, blinded briefly by the veil of obsidium hair to create a shere illusion of battling death itself. It was in that moment that struck a simple prick of fear into the mans heart, and the strike from her blade then after turned this apocolyptic image to reality. The armour itself was rotted and weak, and it was easy enough for the blade to taste flesh.<br/><br/>His chest armour fell with a thunk, leaving a torn wound behind and blood oozed freely from it. The bandit responded with an adrenaline fueled swing of his blade as the elf spun back with her blades tilted up at him and ready to respond to any move he made.<span style="color: magenta">“Come at me big boy”.</span><br/><br/>The bandit grinned malovently, his teeth twisted and black, as he cast his large blade to one side and beat a fist into an open palm in turn.<span style="color: red">“I will strangle you... pretty elf...” </span>Despite the fresh wound, the man made his final charge towards the ready elf. All he had to do was get a single hand on the Elf and he would be able to break her like a twig... that was the plan anyway.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>