Whatever the fae had been expecting to find on their hunt, clearly this wasn't it. As the flaring anima's filled the room, sending shadows dancing, the fae began to realise just how much of a mouthful that they had bitten off, and how many teeth it was going to break. Driving the lesser hunters forward, they sought to overwhelm the celestials in sheer weight of numbers, watching as they fell like wheat before the scythe. Several scythes for that matter.<br/><br/>With a short series of exchanged glances, an unspoken decision was made, and the nobles as one turned and fled back the way they had come .. those who were still capable of doing so at least. It was unexpected, terrible, glorious, and would make wonderful stories to tell the rest of their Court, once they had fled to safety. Their servants were left now not to overwhelm the Exalts, but simply to delay them and buy time for their betters to flee the tomb, and disappear on the storm.<br/><br/>Eventually silence fell over the tomb chamber once more, broken by laboured breathing and some groans of pain.<br/><br/>The still mortal slaves stood together in a loose cluster, towards the far end of the tomb, where they had held back, trying to do their best to keep out of the main fighting, and keep each other safe. The ifrit stood leaning on her glaive, her face an unreadable mix of emotions as she took in the sight that now filled the room. From her eyes, it was clear she knew exactly what .. if not who .. she was looking at. The mortals .. not so much.<br/><br/>"Are .. are you .. Dragons?" Crow stepped forwards, looking around at the different mix of anima's that flowed and blended in the now brightly lit room.