[center][h1][color=00aeef]Chres[/color][/h1][/center] [hr] [color=a2d39c]"Not okay! Not okay!"[/color] Sil replied frantically as she zip from the left of Chres to the right and back as if worried he was hurt. Chres coughed, and attempted in vain to wave away the cloud of debris that had formed around them. [color=00aeef]"I'm okay..."[/color] Chres managed, but his eyes shifted to Týfurkh with a look of concern. Chres shook his head. Salting the wounds of the seed perhaps could do something... but... [color=00aeef]"The Being told us only to salt the 'stump'. We go for the hearts..."[/color] Chres' words cut off as he looked back towards the seed. His back stiffened. The cloud of debris had filled the cellar, shrouding the seed from his vision. [color=00aeef]"Shit..."[/color] [color=a2d39c]"Not okay! NOT OKAY!"[/color] Sil screeched in panic. Finger pointed straight ahead. Aside from Sil, the feeling of rushing wind was all the warning Chres had. [color=00aeef]"MOVE!"[/color] Chres yelled, as he jumped out of the way of a large tendril just in time. The sound of rushing wind alerted him to another tendril from above. Chres hit the ground and rolled out of the way. Several of the smaller tendrils shot out from the cloud with no warning at all. Fortunately those tendrils shot right past him. Unfortunately, they grabbed five of the soldiers that had accompanied them. One of the soldiers screamed as he was lifted in the air and disappeared into the cloud of dust. Two of the soldiers fought back cutting away the tendrils in time. The last two yelled for help as they were dragged away. Fortunately for them, one of Octavio's many illusions appeared, cutting them free and saving the day. The seed yelled in anger and confusion. Its prey denied. Several more tendrils shot out from the cloud to attack the Pact Makers. [color=a2d39c]"Karry! HELP!"[/color] Sil squeaked, re-enforcing Jen previous request and his nickname for Karina. [color=00aeef]"Karina! Octavio! Any cover will do!"[/color] Chres yelled in agreement.