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[center][h3][color=SlateBlue]Faeril Ashkevron[/color]
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[color=SlateBlue]Flying up the path up to Ashkevron Residence, Askavi[/color][/h3]
[color=SlateBlue]Interacting with[/color] [@Slim Shady]
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Faeril gave a snarl as she moved to rip out the throat of the bastard who had snatched her from the stairway with their blasted Craft. It was fortunate Xandar had thought to put a shield up else the punch that rebounded off the Ebon-Grey and left the Black Widow cradling a sore had would have bruised his jaw. Realizing exactly [i]who[/i] it was, the Healer-Black Widow groaned in disgust as he chuckled and [i]teased[/i] her. Oh, teasing was fine and wonderful even. However, it was best done at a appropirate time and this was certainly no such thing!

[color=SlateBlue]"You can damn well leave me alone! We were handling it!"[/color] Faeril snipped, despite knowing that they had been in trouble. Squirming and paling as she jostled her injured wing, the woman peered down watching the fighting. [color=SlateBlue]"I can handle myself well enough, but Gen- Bellinar and Denvar-"[/color] She glared at her 'rescuer'. [color=SlateBlue]"I can climb the damn stairs! Just- We need to help [i]them[/i]!"[/color] Faeril argued, despite that her own jewels were obviously desperately low on power and the red jewel that shone dimly on her chest was close to breaking. Something that would have rendered her useless to the group in terms of power and ability.

[color=SlateBlue]Path up to Ashkevron Residence, Askavi[/color]
[color=SlateBlue]Interacting with[/color] [@SilverPaw]  
The two Tiger-eyed Warlord Princes were far below trading passes with their weapons against Kellvar. The blood of the three raining down the earth below as they ripped with their physical weapons and blasted each other with their Craft. Bellinar had a slightly upperhand against the Blood Opal Warlord Prince, despite the difference in their jewels. His brother, however, was far more successful with his more powerful blows slowly draining away the power of the Blood Opal from Kellvar's shields. Gen was not faring as well, being forced up and away from his potential allies the Warlord bared a snarl at Haelendar. [color=FireBrick]"Getting tired pet?"[/color] Mocked Gen as he gasped for breath. Bleeding from half a dozen cuts. His opponent fairing far better. Haelendar had merely his shoulder bleeding, the Sapphire shield deflecting Gen's blows while his own forced Faeril's closest ally back towards the eyrie

"I swear, I'll cut out your tongue!" Howled Haelendar as he tried to shoot by the Green jeweled Warlord as he spied Xandar snatch up the Black Widow. Gen took the opportunity and slammed his fist into Haelendar's head. Stunning the man as the two began to grapple as they fell towards the earth far below. As much as he was worried about his friend, Faeril was in the hands of others who could help her. His job was to deal with these bastards.

The Opal Prince glared at Jandar as he was forced back down the stairs. "You'll suffer for this." Sword the second of command to the Mastar of the Guard. "I've never forgotten a face, and I'll not forget a Dhemlan rat's." He snarled in warning before springing free of the rocky steps to fly off. Attempting to escape the battle, most likely to summon help.

[color=8519A2]Front Garden, Ashkevron Residence, Aven, Askavi Terreille[/color]
[@13org] [@Zoey White] [@eclecticwitch]
As the three descend towards the switchback stairs, they could see the figures of people below dueling back in forth. Three were far below and spinning out into open air then back into the mountainside. The second group of two was falling towards the earth at dizzying speed. Gennar using his superior size to Haelendar to keep the slightly smaller man's wings closed as they pummeled each other. The closest fighting pair was Jandar and the Opal who was attempting to fly off. If it were not for all this terror and the flecks of blood that were streaking the mountain and falling down towards the earth, the scene would have been beautiful. Peaceful even.

Fatima, however, would be close enough as they began descending to see a sprawl and broken form laying on the stairs. A reddish pool spiling about the body of Jassen. The distant details of Jean being clear enough to tell that the Dhemland still lived and leaving only one  who could be the figure. The beating of leathery wings were fast approaching from below, looking would reveal it to be the giant Xandar who was holding a glaring and arguing Faeril. Mikhail would notice the witch's jewels were dangerously low. A serious concern, which combined with her exhaustion earlier that morning would reveal the witch had been tossing her power about without care for her limits. Healers were infamous for it. The reason they were, by Protocol's design, required to have a male 'helper' lest they spend themselves dry and possibly to death.