In the beginning of the fifth day, Kaathe thought back on the events of the Past. Many stories were ended in the last few days. Many lives were lost...though they were somewhat questionable. Some things seemed off, and it didn't help that the snow and cold help keep the horrid memories of the slaughter nice and fresh. One would easily make a mistake about how some were doing.

As for Kaathe...it didn't really matter to him, really. Whether they died or not was none of his concern. Fate had simply been cruel to them, and they were dealt some bad hands. If anything, Kaathe only chuckled a bit at the memory. Regardless of how known they were, or what feat they had done, it all proved to be useless in the end. Still, he grinned, and even let out a soft chuckle.

[color=0054a6][i]It will always be the same. All the training, fighting, crafting reputation using blood, sweat, and tears...it's all useless. In the end, all are fated to die. That won't stop the others, though...[/i][/color] thought Kaathe.

Kaathe paused a moment and thought back to the good rumors that were told of those who were felled.

[color=0054a6][i]...You all will be missed by someone. Don't worry, you won't be on your own for long. After all, every person's a bloody fool.[/i][/color]

Kaathe was right. It wasn't long, before they found something unpleasant. A single knight, fighting against a horde of cultists and a powerful-looking creature. Like the bloody fools Kaathe was thinking of, they had charged in, their captain leading it with fury and anger. Kaathe could only shake his head to this. Their position was revealed, and any chance of observation and hidden assistance was lost for the most part.

Kaathe ran over to a tree, and climbed up into its branches. He observed the battle, and the rumors he heard of each and every one of his comrades were beginning to be proven true. The dark elf might as well as contribute. After all, this was a battle that had opened 5-day-old wounds.

Kaathe loaded a bolt into his decorated crossbow, and aimed. He waited for a good moment, and pulled the trigger. Like before, the cultist's bodies were easy for his weapon to shoot through. They were no match for the toughness of a strong monster's hide. Once again, the single bolt had flew through the bodies of four cultists, before finally lodging itself into the chest of a fifth.

Acting quickly, Kaathe loaded another bolt, and looked for another target. Then he saw their leader. It was some sort of humanoid beast. Obviously, it must've been intelligent, powerful, and skilled. Why else would it be allowed to lead?...Oh, right. Cultists. Regardless, the dark elf took aim, and waited for a chance to shoot. When he found it, he pulled the trigger, and the bolt went flying towards the monster-like leader of the cultists.