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[h1]Scout party[/h1]

	Allanon considered Bidzil's explanation of how he did not understand his own power himself. If he was going to take the role of a teacher then it would be important to help Bidzil understand the limits of his own abilities, but if neither of them knew then he would have to be creative with his education. Experimentation was something he was quite familiar with after all it was how he built his own sword form. He then looked back to Chihiro when Bidzil questioned the "snake lady", and he chuckled at how he said it. [color=50B1B8]"That is Chihiro. You'll have to save your questions for later though."[/color]

	The field of lava around Chihiro and Malkhad was intimidating to cross, but if he was going to assist in this fight he would have to be creative. He took a hard look at his options and his attention turned to the ladder of the archer’s tower. It was lashed to the structure. He drew one of his knives and began slicing into the lashings to free the ladder from the archer’s tower. When was the last time he did something like polevault?

	He put the knife back into its sheath and he lifted the ladder over his head as he charged at the lava field. If Chihiro was as old as she implied she was then she was certainly a powerhouse, however, she was a powerhouse fighting someone that had taken the power of another powerhouse and anything that could tip the balance in her favor might mean the difference between victory or defeat. As soon as he reached the lava field he planted the ladder right into it and began to ascend it quickly as it pivoted over toward the fight. The instant he reached the peak he leaped towards Malkhad drawing a dagger and aiming right for his eyes.

	The hit on Chihiro's tail brought a smile to her face. "Oh my, the pup has teeth. Too bad Krogan hit harder in sparring." A few relatively quiet snaps caught her attention for a moment. In her peripheral vision, she caught movement. A split second glance told her it was Allanon coming to join and trying to get the drop on her opponent. Figuring some help would be in order, the naga used her superior speed to slip between Malkhad's legs, giving him a few more slashes on the inner thighs along the way, and coil herself around them and squeeze to hold him in place as best she could. 

	She then did something most warriors would find unusual. She bit down on her opponent's thigh. She knew a major blood vessel was there, so her fangs sank in close as possible to it and then unloaded every drop of neurotxin she had left. As she did so, she gave two more slashes to the thigh she was biting, exhausting the last of her venom on the weapons.  Malkhad could feel the sheer power of her muscles from the bite, easily noting it would have crushed a lesser man's bones given the proper placement. What he did not know was that he was now dosed with enough venom to paralyze sixty healthy adult warriors, including all her slashes.

	"GAAAAHHH!" Malkhad roared in pain as Chihiro clamped down on his thigh. "Y-you irritating bitch!" he cursed as he brought the hammer head down on Chihiro like a pile driver. Her barrier would suffer, causing multiple cracks along its surface but it still held. He tried to bring the hammer down once more but something strange happened. The amount of adrenaline coursing through him could no longer overcome the amount of venom in him body as his muscles grinded to a halt. He felt like he couldn't even breath or speak as he turned into what was essentially a statue. This was just in time for Allanon to close in, Malkhad seeing the dagger on its approach. The eye would strain to move to see him as there was an airy grunting sound from his throat that took the place of his usual yelling and cursing.

	Allanon would have no trouble sinking his dagger into the man's skull through his eye socket. and almost immediately, the energy sustaining the lava around them with constant heat stopped and the lava was allowed to start cooling. Supported by the molten rock and Chihiro wrapped around him, the would-be tyrant died where he stood before he would even be allowed to hit the ground.


	Kistal was well aware of Calabris operatives being intensely loyal, but this was another extreme. He suspected something more than just good indoctrination. His suspicions were confirmed as the ambassador lost both arms after using power and had its mask partially destroyed. Tears were not for the Calabris. They did not cry in a  fight. Kistal's heart ached, signalling him to suspect she was a slave or at least not in complete control. His next strike was meant to end the fight completely. He did not wish to risk Hilde any more than he had and needed to do something to this ambassador. He went in for what seemed like another kick, but as he went for a roundhouse, he used his dancing prowess to feint and bring the hoof back down, converting the strike into a headbutt to the chest, intending to gore the heart and disable the attacker. "Oh child, used and abused, let my strike ring. To end this tyranny of the accused, I shall destroy this suffering."

[center][i]'Tsk, tsk, you have broken my toy... an old model but a cherished possession none the less. I'll be remembering you, satyr....'[/i][/center]

	The ambassador started to scream as she was impaled, but the impact of it cut her off. She coughed a few times, blood coming from the mouth of the mask, the single showing eye from the mask twisting in pain. He had punctured her heart and lungs, though Kistal may have felt him hit something hard in her body, harder than bones and near her heart. With no current arms, she simply writhed on the end of his horns. At some point she was able to push off with one of her feet, kicking him in the shoulder to do so as she fell to the ground on her back. The mask fell away to reveal her face. She looked to be a half mouse beastman, though there were strange scars cut onto one side of her face. Not randomly either, as if they were intricately and purposely crafted. There was fear in her eyes as she tried to run, kicked a the sand to back away from her assailant. She was already a corpse it seemed, an undead, but yet she feared death.

"S-tay away!" she tried pleading. "I-I.. have t-to... warn...," she stammered as she could feel herself slipping away. "Pl...ease.  .  .  no," her movements got weaker as a pool of black blood started to surround her in the sand. "M-Mysh...a...."


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	The next day, Jeevak had already vanished, and there was no trace of any of his companions either. Even Sahale was nowhere to be found. However, it was anything but a quiet morning. "SHIP TO THE NORTHWEST!" Someone called around mid morning. The bell was rung, much like the last attack, and word was passed around the remaining guard. Everyone had prepared for another fight, just in case, but it seemed that it wasn't necessary. "W-wait, it's some of our girls!" the guard cried out, looking to the ship with a telescope. That quickly got everyone's attention as they dropped what they were doing to come out and see. Sure enough, there was a small trading ship headed their way, the three freed girls, Tyrael, and Lynn aboard, finally making it to Kalla.


	"We're here!" Sonia called out to Tyrael and Lynn, "and it seems they brought the whole town to see us... wait..." she stopped as she saw something unusual. A mass of bodies that were outside of town. "We were attacked?" she questioned quietly. When they arrived, they were met with open arms, family members and friends tearing up thinking they ad lost the three girls for good, and others worried that theyhaven't seent he scout group that had left the other day. Even Allard was out there, weapon hin hand and all bandaged up, refusing to had been standing by should the town had been in danger once again, though this was only possible due to the healing he had received. He stood waiting to see what manner of people the girls were with, who to thank for helping them make it back.

	When Valia had arrived and saw some of her students she couldn't keep herself from crying as she ran up to them and embraced them, relieved that she knew at least some of her girls had made it back to her. Most of these girls spent so much time with Valia in and out of their schooling that she had seen them as her own daughters, and the thought of losing them was more than she could bare.


	As for Sev and Maeve, they may have been woken or alerted by the commotion, though would find that it didn't sound frantic like there was any trouble, instead it had sounded happy and joyous.