He had manage to scatter the remaining bandits and returned to his human form. He already could see flames in the distance of the village under attack, and then turned his gaze to where they had taken the young woman. Quickly, he communed with the woods around him connecting his spirit with the trees and feeling their presence. Through them he found a hawk that he quickly described the bandits and the woman, sharing the image in his mind. The creature agreed to help and set off flying to follow the men.<br/><br/>Mayakterra had run towards the village to save who he could, but the battle and the attack was too fierce. The young man he had seen sleeping earlier was nowhere to be found, and several different fires arose everywhere he looked. He had never seen a horde this big in these woods, he had turned his attention toward the woman that had been taken away. There was one person he might be able to save.<br/><br/>Several hours later Mayakterra found himself running through the woods, staff in his hand and a backpack on his back. The hawk flew overhead guiding him in the direction she had seen the men run, Mayakterra confirming the trail with the tracks and broken underbrush they left in their wake.<br/>It had been a rough journey, these men had taken her very, very deep into the woods towards the Shay'ur mountains nearby. He feared for the young woman, knowing an attractive female as herself might wish for death as an alternative to the terrors she might face as a captive to raiders.<br/><br/>