Leonides stood and cocked his head at Skylark's question, lips pursed before he answered, "Well, it is war. The hydras and the elders shall fight to the death or rather till there is no one left to fight." He said near matter of factly, perhaps forgetting to mention that death wa not exactly an ultimatum for a hydra. "This is the battle ground and everyone has already taken their places. It's the endgame." He continued to explain even as Skylark's eyes began to prickle with tears and Sleipnir fearfully repeated 'death' and thought of Daddy. He watched his brother command the man, he was nothing but a pawn to them now. The moment Leo was kissed, his whole rigid form relaxed and he slouched, stifling a yawn before he looked down at Skylark clinging to him and smiled, "Why hello there Master~ " He chirped happily slinging his arms around the toddler, then looking up when he realized that the doors were starting to close on him. For a moment he considered staying back and skipping out on all the fighting, but as lazy as he was; his fellow hydras were out there. Plus, he glanced at the boy clinging to him, it would please his Master so it was sort of win-win. With a long stride, he dashed towards the door followed by a stumbling Sleipnir trying to scramble after his brother. The hydra slid through the thin gap easily, holding Skylark carefully against him. And then the door shut softly, locking itself till the end of the game. Leo looked up just in time to see all the other hydras going off in different directions and without thought, began to trail after their king, letting Skylark sit upon his shoulders. ---- Blizzard watched Terra like a hawk as she slowly chewed her pastry. She was calm in the face of her biting words, but bit down too hard on her tart, causing it to crumble and stain her lips red. Her eyes narrowed and she ran her tongue over them, tasting the sweet cherry. Humans did have such wonderful treats; it was what they were best for in her opinion. Anemoli seemed unfazed by the shaking of the earth beneath him while Relin stumbled a little and had to support himself on a wall. Just in time too as he felt his ma-the king, such lying words laced with affection for another. Relin knew better. He grasped the shard of election tightly, carefully feeding it his own power. Too much and it would latch on to him instead, too little and it wouldn't respond to the hydra's subtle energy. He gazed at the hydra, it was one he did not recognize, but that was for the best; it wasn't too good to get too acquainted with the enemy though Path had overstepped that boundary completely. Path was dead though. Silence hung around them thickly like a curtain, the earth was the only thing that moved. It took one single shift of the foot though from Anemoli before the hydra charged forward, her cloak billowing out behind her. Relin, being in the front, moved to meet her, shard in hand; poised and ready, but his move was long since expected and Blizzard was quick to counter, knocking him off his feet and pushing up against the wall. The shard went flying from his hand, skidding into a dark corner of the maze. While Blizzard was busy with Relin, Anemoli stepped forward, a sudden wind howled through the maze, as he dashed forward up to the hydra. The hydra was far from stupid though, turning her attention to the other, a blast of dark mist met him, standing out against the purple mist that was starting to seep into the maze.. Relin was a little busy being pinned against a wall to really ponder over it though, struggling against her grip. ---- Ferrum growled at the appearance of the hydras, yet he did not charge just yet. He may have enjoyed a fight and been as hot tempered as fire or even the hydra, Beezlebub, but Ferrum never liked the odds of a hand to hand fight. Some would call him unfair as his scales were already as hard as steel and that he would probably win with just them alone, but Ferrum never much paid heed to such people; most of them dragons really. He reached into a small pouch tied to his waist, pulling out a chunk of oily metal, kept from rust and ruin all these years soaking in a preservative. And from another pouch he drew gray dust as more hydras started to surround them,let them talk and delay. He cupped the lump of metal in hand, along with the powder, smirking at Sila; oh he was a show off, "Let it not be said that I did not at least admire the humans for their advancements in technology. And that I failed to pick up a few things." With that, he held his hand up, the metal shaping itself into his grip aimed at Noire and Charon; he didn't like the looks of the one having come to challenge them. Long, sleek and beautiful; the fun may have been old fashioned, but oh how he loved the very feel of it in his hand. "How about I mess up that pretty little face of yours before I trap you in a prison?" He growled, breaking off the tip of the Elerium shard with his teeth and slottting it into the barrel of the gun. Such a small peace wouldn't be enough, but in the confined space, he should have been able to land enough shots and take down four far too cocky hydra. "Come at me." He challenged, trusting that Sila could support herself. It was time to have some fun. ---- "I can feel them." Regain whispered frustratedly, turning a corner round the maze. Sanare followed behind closely, feeling their leader's anxiety. He would blame himself, she knew, if any of them were to be hurt. Her thoughts went to Relin, the most inexperienced out of all of them, but he had been saddled with Anemoli who was wise and Terra who was kind and motherly. THat was enough to put to rest her fears enough so that she could focus on worrying about their own predicament.