Luna’s bright eyes scanned the darkness, barely able to make out the dark figures clashing in an ancient tradition, dancing the waltz of death. Her mind was filled with a single purpose: getting the group away from the camp alive. Of course, that was easier said than done. There were enemies everywhere.<br/><br/>The sudden ignition of the tent behind them surprised her more than she’d have liked. She had wanted to escape without causing too much of a fuss, to slink through the battle and into the safety of shadows beyond. Now, they were obvious to anyone who cared to look.<br/><br/>Still, it wasn’t all bad. The burning tent had distracted the bandits, and its light allowed her to peer around the camp once more. From the looks of it, the blood mages had fled, for the most part; the people who remained seemed to be brigands who barely knew the hilt of a sword from its blade.<i><span style="color: green">Not that I know much better,</span></i>she thought.<br/><br/>The bandits were coming; she could see that much. Beyond them, she could see only darkness. This was their chance. If they were going to escape, now would be the time. She sighed softly, watching the oncoming men with sorrowful eyes. She would make it out of this, and if that meant they had to die in their bloodlust, so be it.<br/><br/>She called to the Fade, tightly weaving its energies inside of her until they begged for release. She siphoned the magic toward her hands, then abruptly thrust them toward the charging brigands. On her command, a wave of force rippled through the air, carving a path of destruction toward the promise of freedom.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she started forward. There was no turning back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>