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[b][u]POV:[/u] Viera Versul
[sub]Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric[/sub][/b]

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Viera pressed her feet down, her head kept low. She knew as soon as Delios was on to her presence he would immediately start making boisterous potshots fueled by his unimaginative and limited vocabulary. The fact of the matter though was she couldn’t really make a swift strike as long as he was veered towards her direction, and as [i]stupid[/i] as the cultist sniper was he was also very observant— it would just take one movement out of the brush for him to see her and then it’d be all over. Viera was not so brash or suicidal to take that gamble, so she would have to wait for a few moments to see an opportunity. And that’s when the girl the two cultists had cornered had scooted away before bolting in a rush in the opposite direction from them whilst their eyes were focused on herself and Marlowe. It would only take a few moments for Delios to notice and turn in aggravation— his impatience was “legendary”.

“Damn it!” He turned.

This was her chance— with her sword already drawn as they entered the brush, Viera was ready. Digging her feet into the ground she pushed herself outward in a rush of speed, her aura channeling to the back of her feet. She would be upon him right as he was in the middle of his next sentence.

“Where the shit do you think yo—”

Viera smirked as the weasel of a man’s ears perked and he turned as fast as he could with rifle in his hand. He wasn’t as skilled as his peers— he wouldn’t be able to teleport in time like the coward he was. The sound of a sharp metallic ‘[b]clang[/b]’ rung out as her sword met the center of his rifle as he had used the weapon to block her strike. Had it been an ordinary rifle it would’ve been cut in half as her blade dug into his chest. He was fortunate… no, he was [i]lucky[/i].

“Feckin’ hell, girl! You trying to cut my head off?” He spat, his nerves a bit shaken as he jumped back following the strike. “Lathilos! We’ve got a runner!”

No reply. Lathilos was busy.

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[b][u]POV:[/u] Shiara Isolt // Isoltos
[sub]Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric[/sub][/b]

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But Shiara Isolt was not.

As she had been commanded by Lathilos, Shiara had took the backwoods approach to keep a silent but watchful eye on the scenario. It had been predicted that someone would interrupt or cause issue with their taking of Azarnite Weaver and it would be her job to make sure while her companions were occupied in combat to deal with whatever loose ends. Despite being new to this… organization, Shiara was not stupid enough to disobey an order that could lead to dire consequences— consequences she would never find acceptable.

The tan-skinned woman shuffled through the woods— her feet cracking against the pine as she kept her momentum. Azarnite was on the move and she was not far from her.

She pushed her spiritual energy to her feet as she collided with another tree sending it faling right in the general direction Aza was heading before landing flatly on a sturdy branch overlooking the off-road trail. The attack would either end up blocking the psion’s path or crushing her under the sheer force of the falling timber. Either worked for Shiara. Truthfully, she didn’t really care.

“You really should watch where you’re going. Seems like this forest is hazardous for one’s health.” She quipped, though given her generally ambivalent attitude and tendency toward monotonous speech it likely did not seem sarcastic but rather matter-of-fact as she brushed a strand of her white hair from her face and behind her ear.

“You really should listen to what he has to say.” She added, referring back to Lathilos.