[color=fff79a][b][h3]Baraian Paladice[/h3][/b][/color]

They were not alone in the sewer, what was this manner of creature which was now getting in their way? To the dark elf it mattered very little, what did matter was that the humans would be able to leave Roshmi and join with the rebel forces at a larger scale. After all the war would rely heavily on the amount of humans they could muster to defeat king Aklenroth. While his defeat wouldn't be the end of the conflict, it would be the beginning of it. For it was peoples nature to fight each other, that was something which the dark elf couldn't shake off. It was always there looming over him, in fact it had now become so much of his everyday life that he felt almost companionship with it. Then the promise of sweet death at the end, and how much he craved it. Yet even that craving was little compared to his hatred for the world itself. It didn't matter if it was Aklenroth, the humans, the governor of the elves or even this creature standing now before them. The rebellion had to continue no matter what, the humans had to survive.

Yet amidst all the feelings of hate, hopelessness and dark there was another feeling which he thought he had forgotten long ago. Guilt. He felt guilt for his thoughts of simply creating his dark magics, grabbing the two women and leaving Kuroi to fend for himself. Why was it so? Was it because he felt he owed the man for saving his own life? Was it because he liked him? The best way to deal with the emotion was to immediately suppress it and decide to stay and fight. Kuroi had some plan of his own, which had left the dark elf stunned momentarily as the vulpines teeth digged into Torvi's arm. What was he thinking?

Then she had flung herself forth to attack the clones which their foe had created before them. The dark elf was still hurting from his fight with the governor, his one arm not being properly usable and with that close combat was out of the question. A prolonged fight or a fight demanding much effort down in the sewers, or one where they would be further injuried could only aid in aflicting them with diseases and other illnesses, it had to be solved quickly. But how could it be done? Baraian raised his uninjured arm and began to murmur as he conjured shadows the size of the ones in his group before he hurled them forwards, making sure they would not come into contact with his allies and instead 'confuse' the clones before them, if nothing else get through their shapes and explode at their foe. While a dark explosion made by these would be minor in it's radius, it would certainly still bear a hefty sting.

[color=fff79a][b]"Hello darkness... my old friend."[/b][/color] The elf said in a monotone voice as the shadowy figures were formed and soon after spread out and trailed forth, some along the sides of the tunnel, some along the ceiling.