[u][h3]Lyamis (Naga), Catacomb[/h3][/u]

Lyamis watched in sheer awe as, from nowhere, Ssarak seemed to rush forward. His shield up and sword ready, the illusion looked on first glance appeared identical until the male Naga’s eyes narrowed and focused on details. However, the malice Naga didn’t know and immediately her head jerked to the side. Her torso swayed as she turned about face, ignoring him, and hissed at the materialized creature nearest her. Instinct overruled common intelligence when her tail lashed outward, her tail whipped at the target in hopes to knock the creature off balance before she attacked. Naturally the doppelganger darted slightly to the side then teased the Naga a bit causing her to slither off toward the new threat and Grey.

In the background, Baulder was howling and bellowing through the catacombs. His arms hacking and slicing when another student came to his aid, trying to pull him back with caution. The other students seem to be struggle despite the roar stunning a few of the ridge hounds, a fact the Naga took complete advantage of and quickly cut as many as they could down. Their tails quickly slamming the corpses away to prevent them from piling up nearby, even taking a few careless hounds out in the process. Those near Grey abruptly stopped when Ssarak entered their heads. their eyes shifted and sought the source, unfamiliar with psychomancy, while feeling the tension in their forms creep in from the newness. 

Lyamis’ thoughts reflexed their fear through gentle words toward whom he believed was the source, his body language and stance a visible clue that they need not be frightened.When mention of his wounded Naga came into his thoughts, his hand jerked out and caught the tossed run easily in one movement. A visual display followed shortly causing him to nod in understanding. [i]Interesting, through unusual. We usually bind wounds and let our own heal, but not now.[/i] 

The male’s eyes shifted to the wounded Naga. His figured started to glide forward and jerk to the leaning female’s side, her skin pale and sweating, to gesture for her to retreat. The Naga hissed in resistance at his dominance causing Lyamis to press his advantage. His tail twitched and his body raised, gaining in height over the much older huntress showing obvious tension between the two. Matriarch's aged eyes sense then slapped her tail upon the ground’s hard surface. The sound echoed causing both to pause, still in their posture while she spoke. “Enough. Niryall, fall back, swallow your pride.” 

The huntress hung her head as she allowed Lyamis’ arms, in grudging fashion, to pull her back to the inner circle. His hand pressed the Rune to her side while a tingling sensation began to stitch her flesh, veins, and more together. Amaryllis’ mind projected a message for Ssarak to catch if he was willing, one of warning and authority. [i]Tell youth Lyam, as you should address him-for a Naga’s full name is only best for those who have earned them-  that he and I will need to talk after this fight is over.[/i] Slowly, the other Naga started to tighten their circle, eliminating the gaps despite their growing exhaustion. 

[u][h3]Ellys, Lyn’s hunt[/h3][/u]

The Naga thrashed and jerked, the vines cutting into her flesh with each movement. She was snared in frustration, pure venomous hatred pouring and distracting her while she managed to only free her hand. Her fingers tearing at the vines fruitlessly until something solid whistled through the air. A sharp, terrible pain erupted from her chest causing her to feel warmth seeping from her body. Her blood started to soak into the soil as numbness settled in. It spreaded from her fingertips to her hand, her arm and finally the rest of her body leaving an icy chill to run along her spine. 

When Keri reached her, her eyes were already hazing into Malice. No longer having the self preservation instinct, Eyllis’ figure started to rip herself free just as the vines started to lose their strength. Her neck was exposed enough for Keri’s fangs to slip in then penetrate, filling her mouth with the oxygen enriched blood. Naturally, in instinctive reaction rather than intelligence, Ellyis’ head whipped to the side in order to plunge her fangs into the Vampire’s exposed artery. Thankfully, the girl had moved fast enough. The vampire a blur while she darted away and disappeared into Althalus’ direction, leaving Summer, Meirin, and Leith to deal with a very frightening creature: a Malice Naga.

The vines snapped free just moments after Leith went for the axe wielder.  

What once had been Ellys swayed drunkenly, her head hung down and arrow sticking out of her chest. Blood staining her chest as she wobbled eerily in place, her tail slithering towards the nearest student: Summer. Through none of the students knew exactly what a Malice Naga was or how dangerous, they would be able to note something was dead wrong since the long end of the shaft would be sticking out of her back just where her heart should be. If Summer didn’t move, Eyllis’ tail would lash out at her legs then coil immediately, crushing any bones within her grip. Mangled would be a pleasant way to describe the pain and torture when it came to being squeezed by a Naga.