The priest now sitting cross legged far above the pair watched curiously and let himself ease against the side of the tree.  He wondered how he might continue to play with them for a while, but it was obvious they were now alert to his presence far more than they had been.  He watched and continued to watch until the trade off of the water skin.<em>They have the advantage at the moment, I need a distraction.</em>He thought quietly to himself as he absentmindedly sipped some water of his own which a mage from Shattrath had been kind enough to provide.  Never letting his eyes fade from the two, he finally waved his hand and let a shadow beast appear at the base of the tree.  The beast was a slimy mass of darkness, wrapped in the shadows of the realm between, it scurried hurriedly toward the pair with no legs and only it's arms.  The creature was no bigger than a Doberman or a wild boar.  Smiling at his ploy, Silven hoped it would buy him enough time as he dropped down from the tree catching a few branches along the way before hitting the ground.<br/><br/><em>Just have to keep them from healing up, I can out last them if they can't heal.</em>The sick Forsaken told himself as he darted behind trees as his beast made a lunge at Kynrind, attempting to swipe the rifle from her hands and penetrate through the armor to strike her torso.  Silven meanwhile was getting closer into range for his spells and watched carefully for an opening or the moment to strike.  He began to prepare a mind blast spell and was ready to cast it on Anoria the moment his beast faded away into nothing.