"Still," Regnum growled, low and soft as his hand curked up into a fist. He hit the wall with an audible thwack. "I should have ended this years ago instead of letting it get this far." Fiery eyes watched the rragoness, bright and alive, but hiding the weariness that chipped away at him over the years. He protected his own with a burning passion and fire, now he had very little to protect, but the fact hadn't changed him one bit. Gaze flickering to the mist, he huffed and closed his eyes; listening like Sanare was. Feeling the weak pulse, so teasingly close. The sound of a familiar heart though Regnum couldn't get ahead of himself and be sure. His eyes snapped open, "He's close. Let us find and end this." With that, he moved ahead without waiting for Sanare, blazing around corners and turns,crystal clutched tightly, leaving only a trail of scorched wood where he had stepped, the ambers still sizzling when Sanare got round to them. They may have known each other for a long time, but Sanare's calm coolness had done little to soothe his brash strong headed approaches. ----- Sleipnir was glad that he hadn't been left behind, clinging onto Leo's back with one hand reached out to his brother. He peeked over the man's shoulder, catching sight of Daddy's long robe turning and disappearing aroubd a corner. It took all his will not to call out to him as Skylark told Leo not to follow Daddy. Sleipnir didn't think he would be mad, but he was sure that they would be sent back and locked up if Daddy found them. He pulked himself up onto Leo's other shoulder as he was given space and waved down at the man as Skylark commanded him, "I don't need to be protected! I'll be the one to protect Sky!" He exclaimed before he clamped a hand over his mouth, remembering he might still be in range of Daddy's hearing. The hydra managed a sloppy grin, "Whatever you say Master, onto an adventure then!" Leo felt slightly more invigorated than his usual self when he was around the energetic Skylark. Turning on his heel, he continued down another path away from Edge, letting himself be guided by blind luck, reveling in the feel of soft hands running through his wavy hair. Meanwhile Sleipnir was focused on the mist, "It's so choky!" He protested and near imnediately the mist retreated, keeping it's fair distancevfrom them, counteracted by a thin white light mist that Sleipnir unknowingly concocted. "Can you hear something?" He asked his brother softly as they walked down a path, ----- Blizzard was knocked off of Path, caught off guard by the sudden shift of the earth. Embarrassingly eniugh, she fell straight on her butt, but was quick to fade into mist as Terra charged her. Her taunting laughter lasted for all but a second before a strong wind swept her up, slamming the mist against the wall. Intangible she may have been, but mist was mist and wind affected it the same in all forms. It was what most hydras hated about the elder dragon of the wind aside from his quietly menacing calculating nature. As it was, Blizzard was backed up into a corner by a mini-cyclone. Struggling to deploy some sort of offence, but her mist was rebounded back at her, caught in the cyclone, "Terra, trap [I]it[/I], won't you?" Anemoli said calmly, watching the futile struggle with the uttermost reserve. Blizzard shrieked in frustration, ready to throw herself at the earth dragoness should she approach. In thag way, she was completely oblivious to agitated golden eyes turning away from her. He knew he was weak, his power near nothing to the others. He didn't even have the fighting prowess and experience Ferrum and Regnum had. Still, he would give all he had left. That was the least he could do for a chance at redemption in the eyes of the elders. ----- Ferrum was annoyed. Partly to being taunted and treated as not even a threat. Mostly because that wench had totally stole his trademark and even more so that she had dare to call him an old man. He had been born when she had her head cut off! He growled and then the castle shook, making him curse and press a hand against the wall for support. Damned Terra, he hadn't expected it so soon and when the hydras were playing dirty with their cowardly cheap tricks. He lifted his gun up again, "Come on out and face me, grandma! Or too afraid to show your ugly face?" He growled, his eyes shining angrily. He glanced at Sila. Metal and wood didn't go very well together, but they didn't really have a choice in the matter. "Sila, remember the old saying, 'Metal cuts wood'? Consider it a truce while we fuck up some hydras?" He smirked, his claws glinting like steel, "I know Regnum would be upset, but give me a little light won't you?" He muttered, reaching his steel claw out to Sila. Much like Relin's claws were like flint, rubbing woodvtogether made a beautiful spark and metal a wonderful conductor of heat. If the hydras wanted to play chicken and disperse, he woukd stretch them out as thin as possible.