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Lachdonon had taken near the back, close to Esmeray, but he didn't really talk, he was more focused on protecting the rear of the group. Mia was laying a crossed his shoulders the whole way. While others used their familiars to carry them. Lach...never really rode Mia. Preferring to walk where ever he went. It gave him endurance in the years of traveling outside the wall. So much so his feet did not hurt, nor were they sore from walking such a great distance. 

despite their run in with the giant beast, and the fact Ka'ora actually chased after them...there wasn't much more exciting parts of the journey. He did enjoy seeing more of the land that he hadn't had a chance to get to yet, but he wasn't the wide eyed boy at the candy booth like he usually was while outside...and before Eurika's death. 

However when they reached their rest area, Lach couldn't help but look slightly amazed. These were their ancestors homes...their cities of stone. The earth had taken over most of it, but their mark of existence still lasted 1000 years later. He couldn't help but feel respect for the land they were standing on. He felt something was off though...that is he didn't realize, he heard no birds...

Ka'ora was first to react, saving her son, and vita in quick succession. Lachdonon loosed his fathers spear from his back and spun it gracefully into his right hand from over his shoulder. Mia hopping down as he did. She growled and grew up to half her grown size, though her form did change to her 'adult'form. her back was as tall as Lach's shoulder, like that of a small horse. 

[color=8F5608]"Protect Vita, Mia..."[/color] he said calmly. Mia glanced at him, put off that he wouldn't have her by his side to fight but she knew better and his thought process. With a scoff, she bounded a few steps before standing next to Vita, half encircling her. She had her own familiar yes, but it was what Lach wanted. 

Lach stood between most of the horde and the group, not so far that he was alone, but farther out than the others. He stood there, allowing the zombies to come to him before he started spinning his spear, gathering momentum casually. When the closest one came within range, he quickly slashed the rotted skull, cutting it clean in two, and following up effortlessly with hitting it square in the chest with the butt of the staff. Sending it back into a few others. 

He then moved forward and 'lighting'like reflexes, lashed out with the butt of the spear and crushed the second zombie's skull with the blunt end of his weapon, then catching a third in the neck, severing it as his spear continued to rotate and slammed into the skull, hitting it and sending it flying off to the side. 

His spear finally came to a stop, as the middle of it slapped against his back with the blade pointing down. He let out a comfortable sigh...finally being able to vent some of his brooding that had accumulated in the last few days. He wasn't stupid though he was still paying attention, he took a few steps back and focused on the ground around the group, imagining spikes he forced a few dozen to suddenly shoot from the ground and impale a fair amount of them in the abdomen. While it wouldn't kill them, it would make it easier for the less experienced fighters to get a quick kill.