Lunari and the mercenary clashed blades again, Lunari spinning and whirling the inky cloth that was wrapped about her arm in a distracting pattern, and it became obvious that she was spinning the man so that his back was to Nirael.  A tact that worked well as he looked backwards at Nirael's call.  Three crimson orbs shot from his palm the short distance between them, leaving red streaks in Nirael's vision for a moment as the bright light flashed through the dark night before slamming into the man's back.  It was enough to make the man gasp out and fall forwards.<br/><br/>Lunari lept forwards, cartwheeling over the man as he fell, her blade flashing in the moonlight, and for a half of a second Nirael was treated to a view of the woman's naked bottom as she rotated, feet over her head, through the air.  It may have been his imagination, but he might have thought he saw the telltalle signs of sexual excitement on the woman's body.  But then her feet touched the ground behind the man, her blade no longer gleaming silver, but coated with a dark liquid, dripping from her acrobatic strike.  She took one look at Nirael, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily, then she whirled her arm in a wide circle, creating a black barrier between the two of them.  The sound that came from behind that inky wall was undoubtedly a death blow, as the gasping man's breath stopped after a wet sounding strike.<br/><br/>For a moment the forest was quiet, but then the remaining mercenary, the now stripped down archer, gasped, continuing to struggle against the black tentacles that clutched her.  Nirael hadn't given them any mental commands, so after stripping and disarming the woman, they simply held her, every time she pulled an arm free, two new ones rose up to take it's place.  Already her legs were completely obscured by the misty dark tentacles from the knees down, and the creeping magic was working it's way upwards.  Likewise her hips were encircled as more wrapped about her torso to cup her breasts.  Her arms were pulled away from her body and had the least restrictions, though several smaller of the magical vines wrapped about her wrists and seemed to crawl along her skin, leaving an oily sheen wherever they touched.<br/><br/>In between gasps, she called out,<strong> "Please, spare me, I surrender.  Call off your magic."</strong>Her voice was breathy and it was obvious to Nirael that the coating on the tentacles had already begun to seep into her skin.  Her nipples had tightened into hard buds, surrounded by the wrinkled flesh of her areola, and her stomach taught and muscular, heaved as she squirmed against her restraints.<br/><br/>The inky black wall between Lunari and Nirael faded as she waved a hand through it.  She was tucking the black cloth back into her belt, hiding her nudity with the loin cloth of midnight black, and again nirael couldn't be sure, but he thought he caught a glimpse of aroused and puffy lips before they were hidden behind the dark cloth.  She pointed at the captive archer,<strong>"You see to her, I'll dispatch the other two." </strong>Then with a grim set to her jaw, she began ascending the gentle slope towards the ridge where the other two lay.