[center][h1][b]Xenelith[/b][/h1][/center]
[b]Time:[/b] Midnight
[b]Location:[/b] Near the River Kingdom
[b]Interaction with:[/b] Jean-Luc[sub][@Jamesyco][/sub], Risa[sub][@princess][/sub], Dionaea[sub][@MissCapnCrunch][/sub], Kyran[sub][@Alivefalling][/sub], Elthrael[sub][@Dezuel][/sub], Elsea[sub][@Tae][/sub]
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One of the fairies seemed to be smart enough to heed his words. She pulled her friend away from the human. Xenelith had no doubt about who she was in this story then. A sheep. Someone who near mindlessly followed her friend, either unbeknownst or uncaring towards the danger they would both be in. The other fairie was foolish to even expend her energy on the human. They were creatures of the forest. No doubt they had heard the howls that are only familiar to Daka. Yet she chose to weaken herself none the less. It didn’t matter. His bolt of dark magic would kill the human outright if fate was merciful tonight.

Xenelith, however, had not accounted for a fifth party in the mix. A fox-shape rushed out from the bushes and saved the human. The magic crashed into the ground. Eating away at the life force of grass before it dissipated. Leaving a scorched looking hole. Ferra turned herself towards the demi-human with her Dark Elf rider still on top. He chastised the girls. Unlike the pink fairy, he was not a sheep. Just a concerned friend. Or something more. He was certainly someone special to them. Why else chase them into the dead of night on a night like this? It didn’t matter, the demi-human, by obstructing an execution had forfeited his life. The girls might have lived, if only as slaves but the fox’s fate was entirely sealed now. [b]“Fool!”[/b] He cried out at the fox. But then the human was trashing again. He spoke about a god and angels, then called upon his powers to form a shield and sword. The Dark Elf let him rage and trash and raise the chevron.

In that pause, he had also listened to the other fairy. The weakened one. The human had made things interesting but it was the fairy’s foolish opinions that were annoying him to no end. The good of everyone? What do they know about the good of everyone? Her kind watched and did nothing when the Light Elves began banishing their darkened brethren to Daka. Xenelith had studied his own history. They held power that could challenge the light and for that transgression, they had to be removed. The light ones were even too weak to swing the executioner’s axe so they send them to the cold and desolate place that is Daka. Expecting them to die there. They didn’t. They rose in power, thanks to Aklenroth. In return, they followed him to rid their world of the human menace. Now the other races trashed and threw their tantrums. Now Xenelith felt a strong need to teach the young fairy a real lesson. To show her the truth of the world.

He was about to strike when rustling from some leaves distracted him. He and Ferra turned towards the source of the noise. Another human came crashing through the bushes into the grass opening. A smirk formed on Xenelith’s lips. It would be a bountiful hunt. Three rebels and two humans. It had been a long day since he last he caught so much prey. However, the scream distracted the Dark Elf. Then suddenly roots rose up from below and threw him forcefully away. Ferra got caught into some bushes but was quick on her feet again. Xenelith, on the other hand, hit a tree with his back and fell down on the roots and grass below. Though he was in pain, he did not release the grip of his sword. The plants still came at him though. A seventh party interrupted him. Now his patience was being tested. He kneeled on one knee and let out a sharp whistle.

From the bushes, the four wolves jumped. None of them identified Elsea as a real threat though, thus none of them attack her. Instead one raced straight for Dionaea and another aimed for Risa. Two others moved to go around the stone chevron. One to attack Jean-Luc and the other going after Kyran. Together with Ferra, who first jumped on top of the stone bulwark and let out a wet snarl straight in the face of Jean-Luc. After which she pounced on him with her full, massive weight. Ferra’s attack would no doubt be lethal if too many of them hit. Her claws could rend open flesh and he jaw would break a bone. The wolves were less dangerous. Though their job was less about killing and more about incapacitating. Once they could bite down on their prey, they wouldn’t let go.

After the whistle, Xenelith raised his right arm. Instantly the midnight shadows twisted themselves around Xeneliths hand and then quickly flowed down like a black ichor. Veins of red pulsed through the mass of darkness. Then he slammed his hand into the ground. Releasing the black magic into the earth. Shadow tentacles sprouted from all around Xenelith. Twisting themselves around the assailing plants. Red energy pulsed through the tendrils, destroying the plans. Leaving but dried, yellow, deathly plant matter. In the meantime, Xenelith pushed his sword into the ground and used it to raise himself. [b]“Show yourself you coward!”[/b] He shouted out at his still hidden attacker. Though he doubted the fairy would be brave enough to come out into the moon's light. It did not matter. High above him, he could hear the soft caws of Mourn.