[center][h1][color=fdc68a]Nieffar[/color] [color=00aeef]Chres[/color][/h1][/center] [@fetzen][@13org][@Jerkchicken][@HokumPocus][@Typical][@Elevation] [hr] Chres leaned against the alley wall arms crossed, doing his best to stay out of the rain. He tapped his finger impatiently. No word had come from their familiars. [color=00aeef]"Something has gone terribly wrong..."[/color] Chres said to Octavio. [hr] Nieffar gave a shout as the giant man ripped off the shoots clouting his wound. He swung back his stump of arm to whack the man in the face. Greenish yellow puss oozed out anew. This time the vine-like sprouts were slower to re-emerge. As if confused by the re-opened wound. Re-emerge they did though. Doing their best to bind the wound. Multiple flashes of Insight alerted Nieffar. Too much was going on. The Pact Makers were converging on him. And with his damaged arm and other wounds, he could only do so much... Was this how it would end for him? Torn apart by these lowly beings? The Insight cooed at him. Urging him to dive even deeper into its embrace. He could just give in... Take the plunge into the Insight. It would mean loosing himself in exchange for power. Though his scant connection to the land made such a move risky, deadly even... But to just sit back an let this pact makers kill him? Nieffar didn't react as the female Pact Maker lunged forward and stabbed him in the back. Rather, he closed his eyes. Releasing his grip on the familiar Nieffar dropped his knees. The Insight began to flood into him. The room began to darken. Nieffar's toes extruded, bursting from his boots. They shot into the ground like roots. His body started to expand. His skin released several loud cracks. From the crack shot sickly green bone like vines. They lashed out and began attacking all those around him. [color=a187be]"Nieffar-"[/color] His mind began to waver. [color=a187be]"Nieffar!"[/color] His thoughts began to dim. [color=a187be]"Nieffar, don't be foolish!"[/color] Nieffar snapped out of it. His body slowly deflating back to normal. The room brightened up a tad. The vines sprouting from his body wilted and fell away. Slowly the fog cleared from his mind. It seemed Sightless Syella had arrived, bringing with her a wave of reinforcements. [hr] [color=00aeef]"No..."[/color] Chres whispered. He stared eyes wide at the group of reinforcements surrounding the tower. [color=00aeef]"Where are they? They need to get out of there!" Distantly he felt a fearful Sil curled up on the ground. [color=00aeef]"Sil!"[/color] He shouted. Without thinking he took a step forward as if to rush in there, but a firm grip on his shoulder held him back. [color=f7976a]"You're all quite a troublesome lot, aren't you?"[/color] Said a familiar deep rich voice. [hr] Nieffar smilled. Ironic that it had been Syella's voice that had brought him back. With all his plotting against her, she would have been better off letting him give in to the Insight. Syella had been quick to jump in to the fray, her attacks on the soldiers were precise. Careful to not kill any of them. Her group of reinforcements had begun to surround the town guard and the Pact Makers. A smug Nieffar got back to his feet. They had the Pact Makers now. [hr] Malkev, the tall dark skinned man who The Kharu-Natjer proclaimed to be head of The Watch, stood behind Chres and Octavio. The man had draped himself in a cloak with the hood covering his head. [color=f7976a]"You didn't honestly intend go recklessly charging in there just the two of you?"[/color] In all honesty Chres hadn't intended to rush in there at all. It was only the unusual feeling of concern from Sil that moved him into action. [color=00aeef]"You here to help?"[/color] Chres asked the man. Malkev gave half chuckle. [color=f7976a]"Help? Not I lad. If I jumped in now, then they would start keeping a close eye on me. That wouldn't be good for any of us."[/color] [color=00aeef]"Then why are you here?"[/color] Chres said absently, turning a worried gaze back to the tower. [color=f7976a]"To stop you two from doing anything stupid."[/color] [color=00aeef]"Well then I suppose you're a little too late."[/color] Malkev nodded in agreement. [color=f7976a]"That much is all too clear."[/color] Chres clenched his fists. His concern for Sil growing. [color=f7976a]"Fortunately for you, Svephraey’s minions are on the case..."[/color] Malkev pointed towards a growing group of bystanders running towards the tower. The shouted a cry, their weapons raised. It wasn't just them either! Some of the Cult's reinforcements had turned on their allies as well... [hr] "Traitor..." Said a dying clansman to the left of Nieffar. Something was wrong. Some of the reinforcements appeared to be attacking some invisible force... More familiars or illusions? No... the ones they were attacking were not invisible to the Insight. Rather they were just barely visible. Strange... they appeared to be normal people, but then why were they so difficult for the Insight to notice? Nieffar impaled one of these strange beings with his tendrils. the man cried out and bleed just like any other man. There weren't many of the strange beings, just enough to be- A growing battle cry rose from outside. More of these being rushed in and began attacking The Clan from behind. [color=fdc68a]"No!"[/color] Nieffar shouted. The beings were quickly clearing a path for the Pact Makers and Town Guard to escape. "Run!" One of the beings shouted to the Pact Makers. "Get out of here, now!" Nieffar screamed in rage, impaling the man's chest with his tendrils. Two flashes of Insight. Attacks from both sides. Nieffar lashed out at the attackers in a rage...