[i][b][center]Caravan Mission[/center][/b][/i]

One by one, the ghouls fell. The first that Ssarak struck down was dead upon impact. Darius slew one as it tried, in vain, to crush his head. Two more were caught by a blinding flash and cut down by Darius. But there was still once missing, one that was blinded by the light. But whereas the others merely flailed in place, this one ran until it's eyes could recover, and in doing so found shelter in the scant shades of the trees around the camp. That's when it saw Alaira snooping around, and seeing her as easy prey the ghoul lunged at her with great speed and startling silence.

Mean while the hooded man looked back at Ssarak as he was sneaking off. [i]"Curses! Damn that Psychomancer!"[/i] He knew it was only a matter of time before the dragonoid would find him, even if he was invisible. The ghouls hardly proved to be worth a distraction as they were cut down with ease. And with Alaira hot on his tail the vampire needed to do something to throw her off. He doubt that she too was a psychomancer or she would have found him already, and hoping that she lacks wards to protect her mind she cast a spell at her, one that would create false noises away from the vampire. He than ran into the forest further, careful to avoid any branches or sticks to break underfoot. His breath was light, but he knew that he only had a few minutes worth of mageblood left. If the worse was to happen, that he was caught, he couldn't let his journal fall into their hands. He'd have to destroy it before they kill him.