[h2]Syrena Sinclair - Westroad Village[/h2]
Whether her actions were wise or not moments later the standoff dissolved into chaos. Habeen tossed dark magic at the bandit leader and true to there horrid luck some of it spattered over the dancer hostage. Seconds after that the dancer was shoved to the ground and the Reclaimers began to charge. Syrena prepared to let loose her magic. Perhaps she could separate or disrupt there enemy in some way. She certainly didn't want to immolate anyone. As she was preparing however Syrena felt herself yanked into the air as a Pegasus rider slung her onto his mount.

In a wild flurry of surprise Syrena's fireball broke out of the containment she'd been holding it and shot over the heads of the Reclaimers and the enemy exploding in glorious light over the watch tower's midsection. It wasn't powerful enough to do structural damage right off the bat but the wood had begun to burn. They didn't have much time. Her flames burned hotter than conventional fire. If any of the Reclaimers wished to climb the tower they would have to do so before the fire became too intense and the smoke chocked the air from there lungs.

The man whose Pegasus Syrena found herself riding was unfamiliar to her. He wasn't one of the Reclaimers but he seemed inclined to help as he apologized for dragging her roughly from the ground. As the winged horse landed on the top of the watch tower the Pegasus rider assured her that they could take the bandit leader together and he would stop the axe wielding man from hurting her. [i]But who's going to stop me from hurting them both?[/i] she thought to herself. If her magic got out of control this far up they would most certainly fall to there deaths. Nevertheless Syrena pulled herself off the mount and readied her powers for battle. She didn't want to kill anyone but it wouldn't stop her from defending herself, this man and the villagers below.

[h2]Marcus Ambrosias - Westroad Village[/h2]
Marcus stayed to the rear of the Reclaimers as the fighting broke out. He was not one for battle but for healing the wounds of the injured and easing the pain of the dying. He knew before this war was done there would be dead to mourn. When the army rushed the bandits Marcus saw his own first targets. The dancer girl had been struck partially by the Mire curse.

Marcus remembered that one well. The slime magic had not exactly suited his fancy as a teenager. It was too messy and somewhat ill inducing. Still the show it put on could not be denied and he and the Black Dragon Guard had used it to intimidate. He knew that even the smallest amount of it would be deadly if not treated promptly. If left on the dancer girl's skin it would cause her flesh to erupt in pustule like boils which would then explode violently spreading more mire over her body. It wasn't enough to wipe it away from the surface. Though invisible the magic had worked it's way deeper and as Marcus moved his staff and heal crystal over her skin he focused on that deeper layer. The surface stuff began to instantly dissipate then below if slightly painfully the rest of the magic was expelled. He did the same on the pieces of clothing that Nickolas' hands had deposited the rotten debris from the corpse. It wasn't mire and so likely not as toxic but it was safer to remove it just in case. The sludge would have to be washed off by hand but any magic that it held had been disbanded.

With that done Marcus glanced over at Nickolas' wounds. There was nothing that could be done about the nerve damage cause by the ice dragon. It was too soon to reheal it, that could cause further damage but Marcus could repair the muscle damage down the by arrow. "This will be quite painful but in the long run you'll thank me." It occurred to Marcus seconds after saying this that as a cloister monk he shouldn't have had the kind of experience with dark magic that would lead him to be able to dispel the mire so effectively. He should have asked Nickolas's expertise on the matter before performing the procedure. No matter it was too late now to dwell on what should have been.

Marcus pulled the arrow as straight and precise as possible from Nickolas' leg before he started the healing spells. It was simple muscle damage and the wound closed in an instant. Lastly Marcus dispelled any residual magic the muck on Nickolas' body that his desecrated corpse might have possessed. As a dark mage he would have a higher tolerance for it but all the same it was not good anyone getting sick from something that could easily have been prevented.