[center][h1][color=fdc68a]Nieffar[/color] [color=a2d39c]Sil[/color][/h1][/center] [@fetzen][@13org][@Jerkchicken][@HokumPocus][@Typical][@Elevation] [hr] [color=fdc68a]“I said, on your feet!”[/color] Nieffar commanded. Before large man could do anything, there came a flash of Insight. The Pact Makers charging down the stairs. There were… three of them? Who was the newcomer? He had not been with the original group… A second flash of Insight. The newcomer lunging with his sword. Nieffar swiftly retract the tendrils that were his fingers away from the large man’s crotch. At the same time, he swept to the side with his stump of an arm, all the while extruding it. His elongated arm knocked away the attack, though not without the weapon hacking chips out of his wood like skin. Beads of sickly yellowish green puss oozed from the new cuts in his arm. The pain, as always felt distant and dull. [color=fdc68a]“You should have fled while-”[/color] Nieffar cut off. A third flash of Insight. His form tackled to the ground. A wound at his side- what? An invisible force hit Nieffar, tackling him to the ground. The crack of wood rang out as he felt a strong grip bite into his side. The pain this time was not dull. It was sharp and alarming. More yellowish green puss oozed out at his side. A few of the vine like spouts reconstructing his hand receded, as that wound had already been clotted. Instead the sprouts re-emerged out of the new wound, seeing it as a more crucial to patch. Nieffar quickly got back to his feet. Instinctively, Nieffar re-extruded his good hand’s fingers back into sharpened tendrils. The tendrils launched his side striking nothing. His brow furrowed, a magic attach from the newcomer then? A forth flash of Insight. Another attack where his leg met his backside. Nieffar launched his tendrils at the newcomer, only to be hit yet again. Another loud crunch. More vines from his reconstructing hand receded to patch up his even newer wounds. Nieffar frantically searched for his attacker using the Insight. Something… something was wrong here… Nieffar closed his eyes and dove deep into the Insight’s embrace. Deep enough that it threatened to overwhelm him. Yes… Now he understood. A patch of nothingness darted at him. So easily overlooked, as the Insight urged him to view past it. [color=ffff66]”Tyfurkh, run!”[/color] Said a voice around where the nothingness should be. Nieffar, ignored the fifth flash of Insight and allowing the Familiar’s teeth to clamp down on his calf. In an instant, his tendrils shot out. Wrapping themselves around the Familiar. Nieffar frowned at the beast, kicking it with his good foot. A few of his clansmen had rushed to his side to protect him from further attacks from the Pact Makers. [color=fdc68a]“What am I to do with you?”[/color] He asked the feral animal. He tightened his grip around the beast as if to crush it. [color=fdc68a]“Sightless Syella tells me that a touch of Shadow Metal works quite nicely on your kind.”[/color] [color=a2d39c]“Let him go!”[/color] Shouted a feminine voice behind Nieffar. Something nipped at his ear. Its weight pulling his head to the side… [hr] [color=a2d39c]“You’re hurting him!”[/color] Sil cried, her words muffled by the chunk of ear between her teeth. Sil hung from No Eyes’s ear in her winged ferret form. The moment No Eyes attacked Lynx, it had been like a switch went off in her mind. The world seemed a little clearer. Things seemed to make a little more sense. Her friend was hurting! He needed her! She began clawing at No Eyes’s neck furiously. Her swipes barely making a scratch in his strangely tough skin. [color=fdc68a]“Another one?”[/color] Growled No Eyes. He swiped at her form with his stump of an arm. Sil swung herself out of the way, just enough for him to miss. [color=a2d39c]“Hurt me instead!”[/color] Sil pleaded. [color=a2d39c]“I don’t feel pain so it’s okay, right?”[/color] [color=fdc68a]“Get Off!”[/color] No Eyes growled, his frustration growing. He swiped at her again. Again he missed. [color=a2d39c]“You’re… you’re not nice…”[/color] Sil said in cold realization. Why? Why had she thought that No Eyes was a nice person? He and Metalman were friends, weren’t they? No… They hadn’t been playing. No Eyes had been hurting him too! And all the while she just- Sil’s frantic clawing began to slow. What was she doing? What had she been doing all her life? [color=a2d39c]“Let him go…”[/color] She pleaded more softly. [color=a2d39c]“Please let-“[/color] A powerful blow to her side cut off her words. This time No Eyes’s swipe hit. Sil felt herself go flying to the floor and landed with a bounce. Slowly, she changed back into her fairy form and curled up into a ball. [color=a2d39c]“Let him go-”[/color] She muttered to herself. She could feel her moment of clarity fading. Her thoughts starting to slip from her, like a floor wet with puddles. [color=a2d39c]“Please-”[/color] She whispered. [color=a2d39c]“Let him go…”[/color]