[center][abbr= E S K A N D R   |   R A N G E R   |   # B 1 E E E A][img]https://i.ibb.co/JKR1YZD/629981d22811d2.png[/img][/abbr][/center][hr][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][color=#B1EEEA]L O C A T I O N[/color]             |     The Witchwood
[color=#B1EEEA]I N T E R A C T I O N[/color]    |     Kol, Death’s Hand [@Th3King0fChaos][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr]Chaos seemed to reign supreme as the fighting in the Witchwood grew earnest; Kol’s arrival was a welcome one for the ranger and his kin, but it changed the nature of the fight entirely. Flames took hold—the King of Strumreef so loved his fire—and it seemed every element of nature was being grasped by one hand or another. Vali couldn’t even tell if it belonged to his people or the enemy, and suspected it might be a healthy dose of both. 

He’d found a half-hollow tree to brace in for a moment, trying to realign his senses to the battle at hand. It seemed that he’d done well to harry the opponents while they awaited Death’s Hand, but the strategy sank the moment Kol’s forces arrived. He was unsure where the rest of the rangers were now, but those who were still alive had likely joined the fight in the manner they saw fit.

He sensed a change, subtle but hating, in the energy surrounding him. Not even knowing what he was evading, Vali leapt and rolled forward as the very roots of the tree seemed to sprout lances, lashing out to stab whatever poor soul was caught unawares. He rolled, avoiding a second strike, but heard cries of pain around the forest—not a targeted attack, but a widespread one. Something that spoke to a great range.

He pushed to his feet, moment of respite well over, and let his own senses roam. The forest was full of movement and blood, the constant nature of it reminding the ranger of his time on the sea. He was searching for one collection of energies in particular—one which he would know even in a writhing hellscape such as this. 

He moved swiftly through the trees, footsteps silent on the muddied ground he traversed. As he neared the edge of the trees, he could see some of the openness beyond it, Kol’s energy among it. Vali grinned, preparing himself to join the fight, a bolt of lightning brightening the vicious hunter’s blue-green eyes. 

And then a force expanded, loud and bright and [i]fast[/i] toward the Witchwood. Vali reached out, grasping the energy approaching him and slicing through it like a knife, pulling it into his blood—but there was more than he could negate. It blasted him backwards, though he’d managed to reduce the blow against him by half. As he landed, the ranger drew that Kinetic energy as well, feeling his manas swell as he hit the ground softly. 

His ears were ringing and the shockwave continued past, but Vali had interest in but one quarry now. Feeling the energy of his Bloodbrother approaching the forest again—seemingly still alive—the ranger pushed to his feet. He didn’t need to worry about dodging bouts of fighting as many warriors, Eskandr and Perrench alike, had been knocked off their feet by the blast. The Silent Hunt put many arrows in the throats of prone enemies as he raced to intercept his brother, using this opportunity to shrink the enemy forces ever more. 

As he neared the hulking mass of Death’s Hand, the ranger called out, [color=#B1EEEA]”Kol!”[/color]. He appeared at the edge of the trees, bow drawn and aimed to fire at anyone following the King, but finding nothing. [color=#B1EEEA]”Let us take this battlefield together, Brother,”[/color] he intoned, grin toothy and predatory.

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• Vali was knocked off his feet by Horik’s explosion, but not hurt. 
• He took the opportunity to kill a number of Perrench mooks while they were recovering
• He has reunited with Kol to continue the battle together
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