[h2]Syrena Sinclair - Westroad Village Watchtower[/h2]
Several things happened all at once. As the bandit leader, Malboro through his hatchet at her with devastating force Syrena jumped back holding onto the main support post that ran from the bottom of the tower to the top. The hatchet lodged in the ground splintering the wood but not breaking going through the floor.

Seconds later there tactician Gaius appeared launching a powerful burst of electricity at the former hero. He missed and like a lightning rod Malboro's grounded sword absorbed the blow. However the blast of magic scared the Pegasus Knight's mount so severely that it reared up his lance swinging wildly. With no time to react the side of weapon slammed into Syrena knocking all the wind out of her lungs and slicing through her dress and her skin albeit shallowly.

The light girl was sent sprawling to the ground by the force of the blow and the blue flames that had been devouring the guard tower started to burn more fiercely. She could spell smoke filtering in through the cracks in the floorboards and feel the heat start to rise up through the wood. It wouldn't be very long before the entire building was in flames and not long after that before the base collapsed. Could the Pegasus Knight carry three passengers? Would Malboro allow them to leave alive?

Syrena's breath was ragged but she tried to stand, using the handrail of the guard tower to pull herself to her feet. She couldn't risk using her magic now. Not when the entire building was in the process of being destroyed by it. She would just hassen the collapse if she started to blast off blue fire in every direction. That was when the injured girl saw Malboro's discarded hatchet lying partially lodged in the wood of the building.

Syrena took in a deep breath preparing for the pain that would come when she tried to move that far. Then she lunged for the axe. Firy tendrils of pain whipped of her right side as she collapsed on the ground next to the axe. Struggling Syrena managed to get to her feet and take hold of the weapon. It wasn't that badly stuck and she managed to remove it easily. That is of course where the easy part ended. It was a lot lighter than she'd imagined but Syrena was not a large girl and so it was much heavier than she could reasonably manage for a casual weapon. 

Heaving it into her arms Syrena spun around gaining momentum and through it at accurately as she could at Malboro. Unfortunately the only real experience Syrena had ever had with a real weapon were a number of basic self defense lessons with a dagger taught to her in preparation for this mission. She didn't know how to use an axe or the required force that would be needed to through one.

The hatchet crashed into the ground and slid into the Mire muck that had coated some of the floor. The sickly sticky substance adhered to the axe and allowed it to slide free of the curse on a collision course with Malboro's feet. Syrena hung her head, that couldn't possibly have gone worse. The Fire Child collapsed to the ground with exhaustion the wound in her side more serious than everyone present realized.

Still conscious Syrena managed to pull Arma Infernum free of its place in her sling bag and let the large tome clatter to the floor. She cracked it open and started to look furiously through the pages for some sort of way to channel her abilities that would do more good than harm.

[h2]Marucs Ambrosias - Westroad Village-[/h2]
As Marcus treated his patients another of the Reclaimers defended there position, a swordswoman and mercenary by the name of Lilith. From the little Marcus saw out of the corner of his eye as he dispelled curses and repaired Nickolas' leg she was very skilled though Marcus thought narrowing his eyes, somewhat unscrupulous. The woman she'd just killed was clearly defeated and from what Marcus could see from a momentary visual examination not mortally wounded. There was no reason to end her life. Deciding that it was best this not be brought up on the battlefield, Marcus instead resolved to bring it up with Hugh later when the fighting was done. After all they were soldiers and peacekeepers, not barbarians.

Even from here the flaming guard tower could be smelled to say nothing of how it looked. Brilliant blue flames licking there way up the wooden structure. Luckily the village had no walls and the tower was a distance from the other buildings so there was very little danger that the whole village would catch fire. That didn't do a whole lot of good for the four people trapped at the top. It was fairly obvious that the bandit leader would not be making it out alive at this point but he clearly didn't want to go without company. The fire girl Syrena, there brazen tactician and a new recruit on a Pegasus were all up there with him. Perhaps the fire mage could dampen the flames but it had been fairly clear the limited faith she had in her own powers before this battle started. It was lucky the flaming pub had burned itself out otherwise the village might be in real trouble. The little one hadn't been exaggerating about the power of her flames.

Shaking off the thoughts of things he could do nothing about Marcus looked up at the Mercenary who had closed the distance between them. She was covered in the blood of several of the enemy soldiers and though they were in a war Marcus couldn't help but think of them as Lilith's victims. Saying nothing of the distasteful vibe he received from the swordswoman Marcus said "She will live. I have dispelled the Mire. Any scars she bears will not be physical." the Monk said motioning to the carnage all around them that the dancer had witnessed, blood and gore and fire and death. It would not be an easy thing to get over. Marcus still had nightmares about the fire life he'd taken, even if it had been accidental.