[h2]Syrena Sinclair - Westroad Watchtowe[/h2]
As Syrena thumbed hurriedly through her tome looking for any use of her flames that could alleviate the situation rather than make it worse she two arms thrust under her tossing her small body onto the back of the Pegasus like a sack of flower. Ignoring the indignity of that Syrena looked back at the watchtower floor where Arma Infernum was still lying on the smoking wood.

Gaius slapped the Pegasus and it began run full speed for the edge of the tower. Syrena could already feel the heat of the fires intensifying as she lost her connection with the tome. She looked at the clear sky ahead and then at the smoky air behind and make a decision. With a gasp of pain from the wound on her right side Syrena rolled off the flying horse, she rolled several times before coming to a stop of her back in the middle of the smoke, the wind knocked from her lungs.

Scrambling to her feet and trying to keep low to avoid the smoke Syrena scooped up her tome. She felt relieved to have it back in her hand but that was soon replaced with another feeling, fear. She was trapped on the top of a three story building that was rapidly being destroyed by her own element. The inside of the watchtower was no doubt uninhabitable, she couldn't hope to climb down that way, the only reason she'd not asphyxiated yet was that she was standing on the open top of the tower with only a thatched roof between her and the sky.

Syrena may have been a fire mage but she had her doubts as to whether that meant she was immune to the element. Besides even if the heat didn't kill her as the tower collapsed the fall definitely would. She had only one choice if she wanted to come out of this alive. Syrena opened her tome, laid her hand over the runes that talked about the calming of the flames and started to concentrate.

She could feel the fire slow somewhat but there was just... too... much of it. Syrena's head started to feel foggy and after several seconds she broke contact with the book. She reached up to her face and felt a single drop of blood fall from her nose. She couldn't silence this much fire. It just wasn't in her. Syrena turned and looked to the skies hoping for rescue. She'd completely forgotten that there was still one other person on the top of the tower.

[h2]Marcus Ambrosias - Westroad Village-[/h2]
Marcus watched everything unfold from a distance, it wasn't long before the fighting was more or less over and he had wounded to tend to. Though almost all the Reclaimers were injured in some fashion or another Marcus made his priority the tactician that had fallen from the sky.

It took Marcus several minutes navigating the buildings to find where Gaius had fallen. By the time he had the boy had already popped his own shoulder back into place. "I must say that was no advisable to do without proper supervision." Marcus placed his healing crystal in his staff and was about to start on the boy's wounds when he realized something. The party was one member short. The little fire child had also been among those atop the watchtower and yet she was no where to be seen. "What has become of the little girl?" he asked, looking between Dylan and Gaius, his eyes demanding an answer.