Thunderous cracks lashed through the air as John was casting several bolts of lightning at an incomming horde of Velulu, and though the lightning seemed to be hurting them...he began to think he was only slowing them down, if even that, because some of these creatures were actually dodging his strikes. But he kept up his attack, and soon enough a few of the Velulu dropped to ground...but only a few. The Velulu were now seconds away from John and Solanne, and John couldn't remember there ever being a time he was more scared than now. He wanted to run away so badly, but he knew he shouldn't. John closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he pulled out his sickles. 

When he opened his eyes, he charged his sickles with electricity and ran at his foes, slashing at their legs and waists as he passed through them. He could hear the shrieks behind him as he kept on, until he had passed them all and turned around. He let out an exclamation of surprise at the sight of many Velulu standing at bay...looking at him as he looked right back, as if ready to charge at him if he were to move. He stood there for a moment before hearing a roar behind him, turning around to get smacked in the chest and sent flying. Upon hitting the ground, John hurried to stand back up; the Velulu were charging at him now...and he didn't much care for getting smacked again...or worse. In one last effort to attack, John threw one of his sickles at the Velulu, hooking it straight between the eyes and killing it there. Then he ran. He looked back at Solanne as he was being chased away, and felt ashamed of himself. He mustered up the strength to charge his sickle with electricity and threw it back at the Velulu attacking Solanne, but he did not stop, he kept running...cursing himself for leaving her like that...but he felt he had no choice.

Ashaad lead the group of men under his command through he camp. Despite being few in number their efforts seemed to make a difference in the turning of this battle, however small that may be. The squad had come to a clearing in the camp grounds there the soldiers, Ashaad included, witnessed something they wished they had not seen. A group of soldiers had made a desperate final stand here. Most did not have time to equip their armor and were forced to fight in their clothes. They had been overrun quickly with some of the dead falling into the fire pit at the center. Ashaad looked to his men who were checking around to see if any Velelu were still nearby. Most of them were like the ones who dies here, no armor with just their clothes and sword to protect them. "Take what armor you can find on the dead", Ashaad ordered but found shocked expressions on the faces of the survivors. One soldier even replied, "But sir...it's the dead, shouldn't we show some respec-" 

"We can respect their sacrifice by surviving this night", Ashaad's men hesitated at first but after realizing what that meant quickly scavenged what armor they could find. They were mismatched, some wore a combination of heavy and light armor as many of the dead did not have all parts of their armor sets. Once everyone was ready they were about to move on when an individual came sprinting into the circle. He almost hit Ashaad but the Sand Stalker managed to step aside before grabbing him by the arm. "We fight together or we die alone", his words were not as if he was a hero rallying he troops but a man, a man who spoke the cold hard truth of the situation. 

Upon being grabbed by the arm, John was halted and could run no more. He looked down, then back at the pack of Velulu that had chased him, and then nodded at the man who had grabbed him. Though, unknown to John at this current time was that his chest was actually bleeding from the smack he had received before. He continued to pay no mind to it as he pulled out his revolvers and took aim.

"I've already made mistakes...I lost two of my weapons and was separated from...a woman named Solanne. I've never encountered anything like these...they don't act like normal animals...do you people always fight this kind of shit?!" John said as he opened fire at the Velulu that were chasing him, shooting sharpened shards of ice from his guns. His shots landed on some of the Velulu, but not enough to kill any of them, then he unleashed several bolts of lightning to fry a few of the Velulu whom he had shot with ice. 

The Velelu were injured but they kept up their assault. Ashaad counted three in total heading for them and as the closest one approached it swung its arm at one of the soldiers. The man went flying across the clearing and to his misfortune landed on spear. With his rope dart in hand Ashaad threw it as hard as he could towards the nearest Velelu. The dart landed in the chest of the Velelu but it did not kill it, instead it gave Ashaad the opportunity to pull and launch himself at the Velelu. Once he was within range Ashaad aimed his sword tip at the head of his enemy and in an instant the shamshir found its way into the Velelu's skull and out the back. The creature fell with a satisfying thud and Ashaad moved onto the next one. 

Before Ashaad could reach either of the other two Velulu, thin chains tipped with blades connected and embedded themselves in the flesh of their victims. Upon a simple glance in the direction opposite of the Velulu, one would see the chains were linked to devices in John's gauntlets. Suddenly lightning began to course through the chains and into the bodies of the Velulu at the other ends, keeping them paralyzed with pure voltage. John kept up the charge for some time, in fact one might call it overkill...as the bodies of the creatures began to burn and smoke from the prolongued exposure to the lightning. This went on for over a minute before John let go and allowed the bodies to fall, retracting the chains back to him before looking to Ashaad.

"Thanks for the help...but...I should try to get back to my new friend..." He said before turning to run off in the direction he had come from.

Ashaad nodded in acknowledgment before having his men regroup. "Follow him, we must add to our numbers", the coalition soldiers ran after John with Ashaad leading them. With luck the group would reach this friend of John's before it was too late.