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Shit hits the fan.

Farian sneered at Mar, blood fire dancing along his hands. "I am Farian, you murderess. Blood for blood, as they say. Eania will pay for it's crimes, starting with your friend." With that, he flung another bolt of fire at Coco. Before the blood red bolt could hit the Foreas, a vine whipped out of the nearby woods and yanked Coco into the bushes. After a few moments of hearing Coco panic, the shout of "I'm Okay, don't worry about me!" echoed out and everything became quiet. Farian turned his burning gaze upon Leith. It was clear that he was discomforted, glancing at the burning pile of bodies before forcing himself to stare back at his two opponents. "I did not murder them. I was unable to stop those who did," Farian glared back at the man sitting on the rock, before facing Leith again, "and will see that they answer for their crimes accordingly, but Justice is Red. There is always death when seeking true justice, and this was just one unfortunate stepping stone. Just. Like. You." With that Farian sent six fire balls in rapid succession at Mar and Leith.

Mar hissed, her body twisted about to the right. One flaming ball skimmed too close for comfort, the heat touched and filled her skin's surface. It brought the pain back to her foremind making her eyes hardener at her target.  Her scyth twisted, swirling around to catch the other two. Their embers sparked when they made contact as she flipped them downward. Her head took a moment to dart where Coco was immediately latched on by and been about to rush the bushes where Coco vanished when she recalled the Foreas words. Resisting the urge to check with her own eyes, Mar's head turned to Leith to spot how he faired. 

Leith flinched at the incoming fireballs. He had been expecting Farian to throw something at him and Mar, but he hadn't been expecting that many. He ducked under the first fireball, and started emptying his waterskin as he batted the second one away with his right hand. He then made a quick motion and pulled what water he had emptied out of the waterskin and threw it at the last fireball, forcing the water to envelop the flame. The flames hissed and the water turned into a steam that partially obscured the man. "Is the potential death of innocents really on the path to justice?" Leith gritted his teeth. "Not only that, but killing one for the crimes of another is deplorable."

"It was not my decision! I was busy surviving what he," The Pyromancer jerked his head back towards the man on the rock,  "Put me through! Do not try to paint me in the same light as the murderers that rule this land!" He hissed, flames leaping out of his mouth with each word. More flames gathered in his palms, but in his rage at Leith he forgot about his other opponent.

Seeing Leith far decently against, Mar's eyes jerked back to the man and narrowed on the source.She rose and straighten her back, her tail unfurled, as she whipped it out. Being the closer of the two, it targeted at the fire mage's legs and aimed to crippled the knees. 

Farian noticed the tail too late. Not as used to dodging the tail as Althalus was, he jerked back, saving his knees but not his shins. He hit the ground hard, his arm cast awkwardly below him. An audible snap could be heard as his elbow broke beneath him. Farian screamed, flinging his remaining hand out wildly to send a short burst of flames out.

In the other fight...

Althalus stared at Grey in open shock. He couldn't really come up with the proper words to describe his surprise. "What in the name of the Godsdamned fucking Inferno are you doing?!" He shouted after the retreating guard, before whipping his eyes back to the elf. She had stopped giggling and dancing, simply staring at Grey's retreating back. Althalus thought he heard a low growling coming from her. Okay. Two choices. Stay and die. Or turn my back on her and die. Althalus thought, slightly hysterically as how bad the situation was set in on him. 

Maybe she'll just let me go... He took one step backwards, and then another as her skin began to writh, as if there was a swarm of eels beneath it. She was moving as he was halfway to his third step.

She was fast. Inhumanly fast. Shitshitshitshit. Althalus thought bringing up his crossbow and firing. She was merely a couple feet away from him by that point, and she caught it with effortless grace. She threw the bolt into the ground and grabbed him by the wrist and throat as he reached for one of his knives.

Althalus tried to resist. He really did. But her grip was like an iron band around his throat and wrist and all he could do was gasp out something that was supposed to be swearing, but just ended up being gurgling. "This is your main hand, right? The one you use to fire crossbows?" She squeezed and broke his wrist. With a twist of her hand, as Althalus gurgled again in an attempt to scream, she used his knife to cut off her wrappings. The lower half of her face was just teeth. From ear to ear, from just beneath the two small holes that served as her nose to where her jaw should be, it was teeth. No skin, just gums and teeth. Without any hesitation she shoved his hand, blade and all, into her mouth and bit down. 

Althalus's hand and wrist were gone in one bite. She threw him to the ground, chewing as she ran off towards Grey, outstripping the guardsman with surprising ease. Althalus's scream sounded over the combat between Farian and the rest.

When Farian fell, Mar's coils pulled forward, bring her just above the fallen mage while avoiding his wild aiming flames. It wasn't easy. Her shoulder felt the heat lick up her shoulder and followed by her arm, causing her to flinch. Thankfully, each dodge brought her closer until her weapon was at his throat and read to bring his life to an end. She opened her mouth to speak only to have her head snap up at hearing Althalus' scream. Something, she realized, should never had happened if Grey was fighting alongside Althalus. She trusted him to look after Lyn's father after all and the man seemed honorable enough to fullfill that duty, did something happen? 

Her eyes immediately spotted Grey moving away, turning his back on Althalus and their foe, and move towards them. The sight caused fury to rise within her core, her eyes flared in anger. What the hell was Grey doing? She questioned the reason for abandoning his ally as her face paled on seeing Althalus' hand and blade being gashed on.

"Althalus!!!" She screamed, her eyes no longer on her mage. She wasn't going to see Lyn's father, her mate, being eaten because some bastard biped refused to cover his ally. She made a dangerous mistake and it would be one she would come to regret. When she tried to remove herself to help Althalus, she left herself exposed to her enemy.

Farian didn't hesitate. He opened his mouth and a stream of flame shot out, raking Mar's back at short range. The Naga screamed and recoiled, arching her back, before falling to the ground. Even if Grey had been stronger and faster than any normal human, he couldn't have made the distance to stop it. Mar had been less than a foot near the mage and it only took seconds before her exposed back was doused in flames. Her hands dropped the weapon while she thrashed about, her flesh being pounded into the ground in order to douse the unyielding flames. 

The 'Eternal Hunger' leapt onto Leith as he turned and threw water from his pouch onto Mar's back, extinguishing the flames on her back. She sank her teeth into his neck and started chewing and tearing. He managed to throw her off and she landed nimbly on her feet, turning and facing Grey. "Do I have your attention now? Perhaps you'd like to play with me, before I get bored again and finish off your pathetic little friend." She gestured to Althalus, who was still on the ground, curled about his roughly amputated hand. "He won't be firing a crossbow anytime soon." She gestured for Grey to come forward, as Mar's body thrashed in the background. "Let's play."

Voira kept quiet while Raa asked Avatar a seemingly unending swarm of personal questions, only half listening. Though the few bits of the conversation she did pick up brought a smile to her face, before it quickly faded away. The incident with the Turians had put her on edge, even more so than her usual watchfulness (though Raa claims it is paranoia). She kept a hand close to one of her pistols, ready to draw and put a barrier over Raa if things turned bad. We’d like to be wrong this time. We really would.She thought to herself as her eyes scanned the area once again, clearly tense. It wouldn’t be the first time she had been wrong, but Voira doubted she was (Granted, she had doubted she was wrong every other time she was merely being overly paranoid).

As they walked into the lounge, Voira noted each and soldier she could see in the room, her eyes lingering on the black and red uniform group. The rest were clearly security for some diplomat or other in the room, but these ones stood out. Not only for the fact that they were watching everyone there seemed to be no one they actually worked for. 

She followed Raa to the self serve bar, deciding against getting any food herself. She was still too nervous about the turians and now the new odd group to even fake having an appetite. Still, she smiled fondly at the Quarian when she noted Raa just nervously picking at the food while watching the rest of the room. “Careful. You’re starting to look like us. Next thing you know you’ll start being very watchful too.” Voira muttered with a smile, watching the odd group leave the lounge. Now where would you be going? She wondered, tapping her fingers against the side of her pistol. 

Her answer was soon answered, and she stood Raa put her tray down. “Don’t worry.” Voira’s hand gave Raa a hopefully reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “We’re probably just being overly watchful again, this will all come to nothing, and you can tell us all about how you were right over the next few weeks of working here.” Despite her words, Voira made sure they were the last group to enter the room.

Just in case.

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