Foran was already waiting for the group, he was sitting alone, he had his rough and bloodied sword stabbed into the ground next to him, a single drop, like a red orb fell and rippled in the small pool that had already been made at the place where the blade met dirt.<br/><br/>The Ramen himself was sitting on the back of two invaders, both their heads had been cut off and had rolled into the water. He didn't take enjoyment of the kills as the ashen elf did but he wanted to sit down. You could see torment behind his eyes and something on the outside changed. He no long er wore his hood or even his cloak, this was the most naked anyone had seen the Ramen besides the Aviari. He wore only a pair of brown linen pants held to his frame with a dark brown leather belt. In his hand he held a sword one of the Yahnus had used to kill a small child.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Reflecting, Foran remember when he had the boats in sight, he could see the bird people loading one after the other into the boats, they were fleeing but too slowly. As he pulled the small body of Twinkle into the clearing and ran for the long boats. He stopped, A voice made him stop and it spoke out with something he had never felt before, It sounded inhuman, like it had been alive for millennium and seen enough to know that whatever it said was truth no matter who said otherwise.<br/><br/>Once it was over he checked to see where the voice had come from, his breath low in his throat. Remembering how to breath he could see something that gave him more fear than ever. Yahnus must have followed the fleeing birds and found their way to the docks they slit the throat of a small girl no older than Twinkle and started to move towards the boats. There were only five or six but that alone was a force to be reckoned with. Foran was at the boats however and turned to someone who looked like a guard or at least had a weapon.“Take care of her, take her to the ships.” And gave the bird person the child he had carried all this way. The last part of his mangled broken heart snapped when he let go of her.<br/><br/>Turning to face the horde he had only two other Aviari with him, they were staying behind the help the boats move between the docks and the ships.<br/><br/>Moving out of the way when the first blade went for him, The Ramen stabbed upwards to the Yahnus who back peddled and spread his arms so that the sword wouldn't hit him, Before he had the chance to attack again Foran had already taken another step in towards the killer and made a wide ark with his sword cutting a line across the nose.<br/><br/>Moving his mouth into an almost evil grin, Foran was loving this, he was enjoying fighting. Once he had let go of that child he let his instincts take over, Kill, Rape, Feast. In that order.<br/><br/>He took another step forward and showered the creatures blood all over his face when he pushed the body forward onto one of it commands. The Aviari were watching his back mostly and keeping anything from distracting the Ramen on a killing spree. He had sperated one head from its body and had set his sights on the monster who had killed the child.<br/><br/>The Yahnus swung at him but Foran didn't dodge like he was expecting he saw the ark that killer was trying to make and saw how slow it was, he was waiting for a dodge and then was going to make a counter attack. Foran however took advantage of the planned attack and grabbed the wrist of the other swordsmen. The invader seeing his folly Put all his effort into making that sword push down into Foran, turning the blade so the point was at his throat.<br/><br/>The Brittle bones Ramen had used the spell that made his bones stronger  almost fully on that arm putting all the energy he could into keeping that arm from bending, and swung with his other. The things head came off and rolled down a small distance before Foran stopped and looked at the number of invaders that were now dwindling. If not for the two Aviari who were with him the Ramen realized that he would have died before fighting the first one, they were doing their best to make sure they could not overwhelm anyone without leaving themselves open.<br/><br/>They three guards of the boats had made a triangle and were defending as best they could. Foran stuck down another Yahnus and kicked his body into the water before turning to block an overhead slash. The invaders were growing in numbers, it seemed they had realized where the Aviari were running too and were planning on cutting them off.<br/><br/>Thought were not coming easy to Foran at this point, he was in survival mode, acting without thought and just killing for the fun of killing. Then he saw it, Hi group was alive and more the most part intact. He couldn't see the Ashen elf. Then all he could see was her. She dove from the building taking one of the invaders with her.<br/><br/>Foran did a small check of himself once the group he was fighting was dispatched, He struck down two in the confusion and added them to the pile he was making, all headless. He was holding two swords in his hands now, One his own the other the child slayers.<br/><br/>He was standing upright an with a more determined look on his face than his normal poor broken features. Foran felt the adrenaline leave him and could feel the pain all over his body. He had been fighting without using much magic to make his bones stronger. Everything hurt. He didn't flinch though or even wretch in the pain, it made him smile a little. Like a father proud of his son smile. He was happy he was feeling this way. Cuts ran along his exposed chest and a long gash ran from his nose down to his chin over the broken and scarred slabs of flesh he called a mouth.<br/><br/>At this point however it was hard to tell his blood from the blood of the dead.<br/><br/>While his group made their way towards him he sat down and rested feeling joy filled amount of pain along his body. He picked up a shoulder pad that had once belonged to a Yahnus and strapped it on, it was a simple one, round leather pad to protect his shoulder, tied around his waist, the strap going across his body and then back around across his back. In his hand he still held the gold feathers and tied them around a string before putting them around his neck. He tried to figure out where he got the string but again thoughts were coming rather slowly and in little bunches. The only thing he thought, or rather felt was the need to kill and feast.<br/><br/>As the group moved close he inspected the new sword he has found. Before looking up to meet them. He almost didn't look like the same person at this point. He helped anyone who was getting onto the boat by putting a hand on their shoulder to steady them. As Dawn entered the boat he spoke up. "Is anyone hurt that you know of? and how did you all make it here?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>