[center][b][u]The Mountain Trail With the Cat[/u][/b][/center]

The tiny Felyne pondered the new questions for a bit before nodding his head slowly. "Nnnyes... All Elder Dragons are indeed legendary... And all are considered the king of their territory. There is only one Elder Dragon in a specific region and thus the Legendary Dragon you seek should be this mysterious being camping out on top of the mountainyao..." The cat then cocked its head to one side before answering the second question. "Most Elder Dragons are weakest to the Dragon Elements, which I will assume you won't have. Though considering this particular breed utilizes pathogens and the dragons with the fire attribute are the ones least preyed on upon the mountain, I will guess it doesn't like heat all that much." 

It was also at that particular moment that another cat related entity decided to make herself known and bounded from the lower forests. A red blur was briefly seen before a Neko-ken influenced Ranma Saotome launched herself at Saber's feet and was now doing a rather spot on imitation of a cat rubbing itself against its owner's legs and purring all the while. The Felyne just blinked for a moment at this before staring blandly at all the humans with a weird look in on his face as though he bit into a particularly bitter and distasteful fruit.. "..."

[center][b][u]Forest Trail[/u][/b][/center]

The frilled dinosaur monsters would find that they were dealt a horrible hand this time about. Charging in at what they hoped to be an easy meal, the pack of carnivores found that they were slammed by something at least five times more potent than a Sonic Bomb, the local equivalent for sound based attacks. It was less a loud noise and more like a solid wall that crashed into them, scattering their ranks and all but deafening their ears. They were also off balanced and a majority had fainted, and in the case of some would likely receive semi-permanent damage to their hearing organs. The Great Jaggi, the mature male leader himself was repeatedly trying to stand up and kept smacking its head on anything nearby; trees, rock, ground, other Jaggis. Suffice to say, the things wouldn't bother Nonon for a good long while.

[center][b][u]Other Mountain Trail[/u][/b][/center]

The Zinogre continued its mad rampage, finding the two legged beings to be most slippery and frustrating to hit. Roaring its displeasure helped seal its fate as the dark magic ball shot from the vampire flew straight into its mouth and burrowed deep in the softer flesh of its body unhindered by thick scales, furs, and bones. The thing took effect rather immediately as the azure lupine bulged grotesquely for a brief moment from the released energy and started rotting. Funnily enough, the black aura of the spell was warring against a miasmatic dark purple aura for a few moments before it quelled the other strange effect planted within the creature, the darker color snuffing out its lighter equivalent for domination, though the thing still contained the crazed violet orbs that was evidence of the Feral Wyvern Virus. 

Otherwise, the one proud creature was now lacking quite a bit of its prized pelt and looking decidedly more undead as it became Sorin's thrall. With the path once more opened to the group, they would find upon traversing it that the larger group was visible from across a sizable distance of steep and unstable rocks, with the pathways twining close to each other here and there. Both paths would lead to the same place as it reached near the top of the peak, where a far off stone arch could be seen. The goal was close enough to be seen at the very least.