[@Tominas][@Holy Soldier][@Scarescrow][@Duoya][@Tenma Tendo]
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Luxek stood still from shock when a large figure crossed over them in from the darkness, hissing and snarling as its mighty tail whipped through the air and pointed savagely at the incoming lava titan. The masked spirit then made a happy tune, both from not being eaten right then and at the fact that it seemed this creature, no this [i]friend[/i], did not wish to hurt them, but protect them. For some reason they felt a bond, a familiarity. The similarity in their masks helped connect them, but no, Luxek felt something much deeper between the two. 

The masked spirit reached out with a meek hand, caressing the bumpy hide, "Thank you, dear friend..." 

In that same moment, another unknown spirit rushed out towards the massive thing, the thin spirit letting out a short gasp. It thought how hopeless such an ideal that was, to wage battle against the titanic foe, but at the same, how brave and heroic such a victory must be. They felt a compulsion to follow, to claim such accolades, to continue towards these [i]interesting[/i] developments. But the rage of battle tempered has since in their heart after slaying the Horned one, the wicked slaver. All that was left was a sadness and emptiness like none other. The little spirit felt a slight repulsion of the world around as the lava beast rose, towering over as it crept closer to them and the pen of countless helpless spirits. There was definitely a level of power between them and the creature that felt tangible, crushing even. They wanted to rush out and help defend the victims, those once just like them, from becoming prey to yet another savage monstrosity. But going out would mean death and so Luxek stilled her hands with a heavy heart. They would choose turn and run today, become what they hated the most, and in return, Luxek vowed to avenge this sacrifice over and over. 

A voice interrupted their sullen thoughts. 

[b]"I am."[/b]

Luxek immediately turned towards the voice as another approached from the darkness, lifting and shining the green-flamed lantern to see a hollow, solemn-faced man. 

The masked spirit chimed again, their vigor renewed. With an excited jump, they urging the great bone-headed beast with them as they moved after the fleeting figure. From the way he moved, it seemed he had some semblance of plan. If not, being together would prove more effective if fighting the lava beast would become unavoidable. 

"There, other friends! Others who do not wish to fight. Come, let us escape all this violence..."

The masked one followed along with a hop and skip across the chasm, watching in awe as this 'leader' of theirs moved without hesitation, without deliberation the consequences of his choices, carrying their weight even though it would slow him down. Selflessly, he helped the others worse off than himself. This was a trait Luxek greatly appreciated and respected. They did not care who it was they helped, what they looked like or otherwise, so long as they would avoid anymore bloodshed.

"Hello, nice to meet you, dear friends." Luxek would say to the new faces, speaking in their soft voice, "There is much yet we don't know, but for now, let us agree to get along. I will do my best."

And so they all ran, crossing to a nearby a narrow bridge of stone over a smoking cavern that resembled a ceaseless smoking lake. It didn't seem very safe, but they didn't have much of a choice. Soon enough, there was a black figure at the other end, one who claimed to know the way to safety, shaping into a crimsoned-colored crow and began screeching very, very loudly. [i]Why?[/i] Luxek would think, a little annoyed by the shrill screeching. But the answer was quickly given once Luxek caught figures in the light of the lantern, bloody beings scuttling down the walls, and up from below, like a swarm of insects. Their blackened eyes were mad, and their expressions were twisted in grisly hunger. That was enough for the masked spirit to move to action.

It needed to be brave too, like the Captain, if they wanted to be of any use to their friends. 

"I will attempt to block one side!" The masked spirit yelled as they stepped out to the eastern side of the bridge, leaning over and blowing into their lantern with an instinctual knowledge. 

They bellowed and great phantasmic flames were cast out of the lantern in a long arc, burning a green trail along the stone walls. While they appeared real as any other fire, these were merely an illusion to trick them. With any luck, it would deter the maddened ones even just a short moment. Afterwards, they pointed again before bellowing another arc. "Go, dear friends, follow the sound of the bird! I don't think it will stay long! I will follow after I finish this blockage...!"

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