Darius stood at the entrance of the cave, his sword drawn. He tensed at Ssarak's warning, and almost as soon as it was said, they were set upon. Three of the creatures ran at him. Had these things been trained men, Darius would have been sorely outmatched. They were still going to be challenging, but he could do challenging. The one in the lead attacked without any anticipation, a savage overhead strike that he easily side-stepped. The second one crashed into the first and they went tumbling down in a heap. He frowned. Maybe not as challenging as he had thought. The third one ran past the first two and charged him. 

The creature swung its arm back in preparation of an attack, but it never made it. Darius swung his sword into the creature's neck, nearly decapitating it with the swing. He tore his sword free and turned to the other two that had gotten up and were making their way towards him. When they were halfway to him, they flinched and squealed as flash of light lit the area. At Ssarak's statement, Darius took a deep breath, then ran forward and decapitated one of the creatures with one swing. He ducked under a swipe that was aimed for his head, and shoulder checked the last one, knocking it to the ground. He cleaved into its head as it was scrambling to its feet. 

After regaining control of his breathing, Darius watched as Alaira sprinted after something. She could either be chasing after shadows, or it could be the one who released these creatures. Speaking of. Darius walked over towards the last creature, which was crawling towards him, and quickly dispatched it. It was a good thing that there wasn't any more. Quickly dispatching the two creatures were taking its toll on him. His body was starting to ache. He must have gotten close to over exerting himself. With a sigh, he kept an eye out, watching for anything of interest. 

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Leith watched in horror as the elf screamed. He looked at his hand. It would have been a lot better if he had just crushed her head with it. What he had done. It was horrible. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, the screaming stopped. She was dead. He brought a hand up to his head. He didn't deny that the elf needed to die, but he had made her suffer. It was a terrible feeling that he knew wouldn't leave him. 

With a shuddering breath, he took a look at his surroundings. The forest was burning. The child was gone. Grey was retching by a broken down cart. The demon was gone, and Althalus was by Mar. Slowly, and with staggering steps, Leith made his way to Althalus and Mar. When he got to them, he unsteadily sat down. The adrenaline was wearing down and Leith started feeling the effects of the fight. 

[color=#00FFFF]”That went downhill so fast."[/color] Leith said, his voice shaking.