[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color] & [color=bc8dbf][h3]Satilla[/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location: [/color]The campsite, 8:30(C) + 8:32(S)
[color=#bc8dbf]Attacking: [/color]The Eight o' Clockers (Orc Mage [8] and Fighter [8.05][/center][/b]

The Orc Fighter [.05] picked up his spear off the ground and scqanned the area. Breathing came shallow and raggedly and dizziness was a sensation that came in waves. It would behoove him to run away from the fight, but right now he wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight against any of the warriors that seemed to be at the camp. He spotted to his left a human girl in white: either a caster or a noble of some kind. Either way an easy mark under normal circumstances. But that wasn't all, she was holding the serpent that had just injured him. Chlenching his teeth, the Fighter grasped the rough wooden handle with both hands and charged at Satilla.

 Satilla quickly reached the conclusion she really needed to get even further away with the druid as she noticed the mage and the spear orcs eyeing her as she did held the person who nearly turned them into minced meat in bear form. She jumped up and started running towards the campfire.

Every step the Fighter[Who would be around 8:20 now] took brought all kinds of pain to himself. His ribs creaked, his organs groaned, and his arm burned more with every heartbeat. But the chemical cocktail running through his veins kept all those sensations at the back of his head. He had a job to do, and he would die before he would leave this camp without securing at least one kill. The woman might be unhindered by armor or injuries, but he had reach and raw determination. Before Satilla made it to the campfire, he was within range for a strike. Drawing on his reserve of energy, the Fighter burst forward in a sprint, spear forward. After skewering the woman he though, the serpent would be crushed and then he could consider his part of the raid complete.

 Skittles, having his head poke through the lit of Satilla's bag and looking behind the woman, meowed as soon as the orc had sprinted to deliver a blow on the witch. The moment she heard it, Satilla by trained habit made a dodge to the right almost with a jump, landing about a meter to the side[About 8:10], throwing a quick glance at the orc. Now holding the snake only with her right arm, she had the staff in her left, ready to block or swing in case of need as she dashed once more to the fire.

The orc had the advantage of momentum when it came to making it to the bonfire first. He cut off Satila from her path [putting him also at 8:10, but less than a meter away from the bonfire], using the tip of his spear to try blocking any further movement inward.

 Satilla was caught off guard by the fact the orc actually beat her to the fire even with his injuries. She halted as the spear was pointed at her. There was notmuch options to do right now She still had her staff which might actually provide her the chance she was looking for. Without second thought she moved forward, pulling her left arm before her body and jumped to the back.

It was around this time that the snake came to and realized what was going on around it. It wriggled in Satilla's grasp, trying to free itself. Satilla could see that the orc's vision locked onto the serpent to the exclusion of much else.

 The witch moved her right arm backwards, releasing her hold of the snake as it came about. The druid had her own ways to fight and now that she was all healed up, Cyneburg was going to be fine... at least till she wounds herself again. 
 
  Having her right arm free, Satilla took her staff in both hands, ready for a fight for wielding it in one was pretty much impossible. Now ready for a proper fight, she gulped, hoping she would live to see the next dawn. Without another second to lose, she jumped forward, silently, swinging her staff downwards at the head of the orcwith the sspear[8:10], using his distraction with Cyneburg.

The orc blinked, taking a couple steps back before falling backwards onto the ground, not dead, but unconscious and still very much injured. To Satilla's side where there was empty space there was suddenly a veiled woman.

"The mage is about to throw something, I would get ready to move." About 12 meters away, the mage[8] was making and gestures and mumbling under his breath. From his hand flew a great ball of fire aimed at Satilla and Cyneburg. The explosion was great, but Satilla managed to dive out of the way soon enough to avoid taking the brunt of the blast. Cyneburg and the fighter weren't so lucky, the former's clothes catching flame and the latter getting roasted to death while unconscious, a victim of friendly fire.

Using her last shape change of the day, the flaming druid became a hawk that was not on fire due to the disappearance of any flammable clothes the humanoid had been wearing. It flew at the mage [8] in a whirldwind of talons. However, the mage managed to keep the bird at bay with his staff, a single swing potentially enough to decomission the fragile body of the hawk. However, if anything was accomplished, it was distracting the spellcaster from throwing around any more area of effect attacks.

 Having being nearly roasted by the bastard of a mage, Satilla watched with narrowed angry eyes as Cyneburg attacked him in a hawk form. Still a hawk was just that so she needed some help! Taking a deep breath, Satilla charged the distracted at the moment mage. Holding her staff as a spear, she dashed forward, before raising the staff and swinging it downwards at the head of the mage[8]! 

Blind-sided, the mage fell onto the ground face first. However, he wasn't out just yet. The mage rolled onto his back and started to gesture again.

[color=#bc8dbf]"Stop crawling already! Die!"[/color] Satilla called, swinging her staff at the downed mage yet again to interrupt his casting. 

Alongside Satilla's staff came an axe that embedded itself in the throat of the mage. The handle traced its way back to Cyneburg, whose head was bowed down so only the top of her head was visible. Her clothes had holes burned in them here and there, but all in all, it could have been worse. After all hide wasn't all that burnable.

 Satilla pulled a step back with a deep breath and a relieve sigh as the mage was also finally taken care of. She survived this battle and felt so glad about it.[color=#bc8dbf]" Are you alright, do you need more healing?"[/color] She asked Cyneburg.

The druid looked up at Satilla, her left hand raised up to cover her lower face.

"I think you should wait to ask questions like that until after the fighting is over with."