Oprik was quick to his steadying feet as the grey clouds approached his apparent allies and he, he threw his useless baton aside and pounded his muscular chest with his gloved fists, the lapping tide behind the dams was beginning to spill over the top, soon he would be enraged. The staff wielding man from before had strode in front of him, protecting him while he regained his stance. The wooden bands around his arm clicked together in rapid succession as he brought his staff down in a strange motion.

The staff struck the  narrow shoulder of the first man, a surprising attack but certainly not a lethal one, he dodged its follow up and pounced at Oprik who leapt up to meet him. Both surging through the air, Oprik's right fist clenched tight and his arm tensed, ready to snap forward into his foe. His teeth were clenched together, his eyes beginning to fade into a dull red, as the grey clad man came toward him in the air everything seemed to slow down, the static air was being pushed past his face as he came. 

This air pushed at his cowl and suddenly his face was revealed. That is to say, if there was a face there, it would have been revealed - but there was not. A strange corporeal phantom occupied the grey padded armour, with eyes of obsidian and no features to speak of. Its exterior was a pale blue opaque gas and inside that danced many small blots of silver liquid. It made no dent to Oprik's intent however, he was still ready to lay into its not-face. 

All of a sudden the air of slowed time diminished and Oprik's chance was gone, a single arrow came soaring toward the two and struck the grey thing down, it's gaseous form instantly dispersed into the surroundings and the clothing crumpled to the floor. The other thing, as they had seemed identical, was being mauled by the feline beast. Just as its twin had, it disappeared in a hiss and the clothing fell to the ground limply.

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Cario watched on as his two servants charged into the fray, spirit blades gleaming as they approached their foes. It was unfortunate that there was a spell caster, it disrupted his plans significantly. A druid it would seem, and a monk by the look of modesty in his appearance. The creature was a nice touch though, he thought, adding a little wild chance to this so far plain encounter.

With a slight wave of his Drow sword, one of his grey servants leapt in between him and this conjured beast, taking the entirety of its vicious claws and fangs. A female archer stood at the door, letting an arrow loose into the other grey, it dissipated back to its master. The other soon fell too, with a hiss it was gone.

The beast, having dealt with its first foe, leapt swiftly towards Cario in his brightly coloured apparel. He sent his left foot back at an angle and ducked his good knee into a bend, raising his sword point up to meet its chest. With a growl one of its  sharp claws caught his pale face and ripped the flesh, then with a whimper it fell cold on his blade. With the blink of an eye its form was gone and the weight on his arm lifted.

His jaw bone was exposed, its claws had dug deep and left many gouged wounds behind, he smiled now. It was an eerie smile, one that would make a good man feel guilty, his teeth were bloodied and his lips now crimson, the muscles of his right jaw shifted and pulled around his stainless white bone, blood pooling and swirling down his face.

[color=998899]"Do you know who I am?"[/color] They would know, soon enough.

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