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[b][color=16A75E]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=16A75E]Location:[/color][/b] Forest; Near Gaurav Village
[b][color=16A75E]Interactions:[/color][/b] Viola[@13org], Phia[@princess], Darius [@FunnyGuy], Dante [@Alivefalling]
[b][color=16A75E]Equipment:[/color][/b] A pack with some supplies, seeds (in his pockets), a small knife, a [url=https://i.imgur.com/g2Sg5vN.jpg]mask[/url] that hangs from his belt, a weapon with a shifting charm that is either a [url=https://i.imgur.com/4Xs4QCG.jpg]sickle[/url] or a [url=https://i.imgur.com/gyIiCzI.jpg]glaive[/url], and a [url=https://i.imgur.com/TNEke0P.jpg]shield/drum[/url] with an unbreakable charm.
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The Roc was not dissuaded. Even as Viola added the thorny vines of her Blood Rose to the frey it seemed only a minor annoyance to the massive bird. As vines and branches reached for the creature's limbs, it let out a cry that left Cyrus, and likely everyone else nearby disoriented from the sheer force of the sound. So he wasn’t sure exactly when others showed up, but a pair of what he assumed, by their shape and lack of wings, to be a couple of very fit elves, managed to hurl a large rock at the bird’s chest. He had no clue how they’d managed that feat but Cyrus was thankful for it as it quieted the Roc. From what he could hear, these elves knew Phia, and the group now had a bit more help. 

Then the winds picked up. Gales with force stronger than any storm he’d ever seen snapped at the trees and sent them flying all about. The Roc then began swooping at the trees, clearing away at the coverage that kept them all protected from any direct attacks from the mighty bird. Phia took off to speak with the Roc, to attempt to encourage it to seek food elsewhere. With the increase in the Roc’s aggression, it seemed like the smart move would be to try and outmaneuver the beast, to keep moving towards the deepest parts of the forests until the Roc could no longer find them. But that was his sister’s plan, and he understood her need to protect her village and anyone else who might be in the forest as well. Phia was so much braver than the child he once remembered who had been afraid to fly too high.

So Cyrus lifted his arms and pulled every shattered bit of the trees towards himself. With the winds that the Roc was producing even the smallest twig was difficult to accurately control. Wooden shrapnel tore at his skin, and his light clothing provided little protection against any of it. Several lacerations littered his body, but nothing so devastating to draw his focus away from what he was doing. Shaped almost like a wave, a wall of shattered trees now stood, covering them from front and above. The winds the Roc produced constantly tried to blow apart the fragile shield, but Cyrus kept pulling it back together. 

He looked at the pair of elves that had joined them and nodded for them to take coverage with him and Viola, but Cyrus did not dare move his hands or try and shout. Every bit of his focus remained on his will, on keeping control of the bits of trees he held with that will, and on the Roc. Cyrus did not wish to harm the Roc, but if the creature moved to harm Phia he was prepared to fling every bit of wooden shrapnel he held back at the bird. He had not found his sister just to lose her again. There were no actions he would not take if it meant keeping what remained of his family alive. Cyrus knew without asking, without looking toward Viola, that she would do the same. That was what family did; protect each other no matter the cost.[/color]