Relief. Sorel could hear her calling back now. "Yeah," he called, "Over here!" He ran in her direction, casting a glance backwards to see how Macil was fairing. His dragon seemed to be handling everything for them. Menace would make a powerful ally. His stomach churned when he heard the other dragon's spine snap. It was s sickening noise. Sorel was not ready for this. He caught a glimpse of red through the trees and ran towards his dragon. "Scarlet," he exclaimed," what happened?" He took stock of a graze on her face and the tear in her wing. This would make things incredibly difficult. Escape didn't seem like much of an option. He doubted they could outrun the flight capable dragons that threatened them now.

Menace fought them off, and landed inbetween Scarlet and her attackers. Macil did the same. "Not one to be selfless, but hey, who cares. You guys, meet us at the border to of fire country, near the lake. We might catch up with you. Take the forest and some underground paths. but leave a sign, like a red string around a rock or something. But tell us the sign first, before you guys run." He ducked and slammed his palm up, breaking an arrow. "Hurry up Sorel! Scarlet needs help!"

"I don't need you to tell me that," he snapped. Sorel hated being in someones debt more than anything. This idea went against the grain of how he did things. He used his free hand to draw one of the knives from the sheath at his hip. He flung this knife with the flick of his wrist into the skull of a dragon. "I'm not one for being indebted to strangers," he decided to counter, albeit a bit late. He drew his second knife so that he now had a knife and a sword in either hand. There would be no rearming after this. He made a mental note to retrieve his knife once this was over. He was fond of the twin daggers. "Scarlet I want you to hang back," he said, "and if you can provide some cover fire. I'd appreciate it if you two could keep them from converging on our flanks." He set himself up defensively and positioned himself so that he was now on one side of Macil. His mind was putting together formations. With the three of them acting as an outer ring and with Scarlet helping from inside they be able to hold out a while.

"Alright." Macil ducked below a fireball, and threw a boomerang with bladed edges. Two of the humans grabbed their throats and fell on the ground, dead. He grabbed it and put it back, taking out a few throwing stars. The threw them at a dragon, who roared in anger, trying to get Macil, but Macil was quick. He pulled his sword from the ground where he had put it, and jumped to the side, stabbing the huge dragon in the skull.

Warmer now Aze spoke up. "So this mark means Wind? What does your make mean? and are there others out there? What kind of powers do they have?" She wanted to continue but felt a kind of rambling inside her self. It had been like she was five years old asking why the sky was blue, or the grass was green, just one question after another. That was really the one reason why she liked learning so much. She had so many questions to be answered. She took a step forward to be able to show her self more clearly. "I guess the main question is. Is there someone that can help us? I mean is there some place were supose to be or do we just roam for the rest of our lives with these attaches?" Again with the questions but this one was the one she wanted answered most. sure she liked to travel but she would like to return to the Air country one day.

Scarlet's wing was hurting like crazy but she was still determined to give as much help as she could. Seeing one of the human archers preparing another arrow, she shot a fire ball at him, successfully taking him out "Ha! Take that!" she cheered. One of the dragons was trying to sneak up on them from the side but she saw it before it could get any closer and shot another ball of fire at it as well.

The dragon countered with a fire blast of its own and the two attacks collided in mid-air, causing an explosion that sent tremors through the ground. She recovered from the shock of the explosion quickly and sent another ball of flame that hit the dragon square in the chest and knocking it back into a tree. "How's it going on your end?" she called back over her shoulder at the two humans

Sorel could feel a large presence coming up on his left, but we too preoccupied with foe before him to do anything about it. Then he saw a bright flash in his peripheral vision and could feel the heat in the air. Scarlet was pulling her own weight just fine. Defensive as they were, they might not be moving anywhere soon, but they weren't going to get themselves killed this way either. He was surprised by the level of skill of those around him. Perhaps there was some well developed reasoning in Photios' decision to mark this group. "Doing great," Sorel called back. Although he was begining to look a little worse for wear. He had a deep gash in one arm and he was begining to get a bit fatigued. He disposed of another dragon with his second knife and was left with his sword. He panted heavily and assessed their numbers. If they could hold out juts a little bit longer...

(( Ugh, sorry this took a while. Life's been a bit hectic. ))

"Kakios? Well, I know the old legend about how Photios and his chosen warriors defeated Kakios five millennia ago, and sealed him away," answered Aquilo, before frowning. "But...wait...are you saying he's behind all of this? He's the one sending these monsters after us?" he demanded. It seemed a bit far-fetched, but after meeting others who had been visited and marked by Photios and finally connecting Kakios to the whole ordeal...well, that was just a few too many coincidences for the Wind dragon's tastes. He smiled wryly. "The king of freaks himself..."

Aquilo chuckled as Aze cut herself off from rambling, seemingly embarrassed. "Well, we're from the Air Country, and have the mark of Wind. So, if we assume they're from here, the Ice Country, then I would guess that their mark is of their matching element as well. But," he added seriously, "I would like to know the rest of those answers. Just because there were ten pairs in the legend doesn't necessarily mean the exact same thing is going to happen now."

Macil knew he couldn't fight much longer- though he wasn't injured, he was exhausted. This was a tough fight. These Dragons and Humans are persistent.

OOC: Short sorry.

p.s. you have 1,111 post right now.

(ooc: I drew simple version of Sorel [http://arivey.deviantart.com/#/d345xna]. Although I realized later that I forgot to add the mark on his shoulder and his saber)

They were standing on nearly even ground now as far as numbers went. Sorel counted four more humans and two more dragons. They showed signs of fatigue as well. "Can you hold out any longer?" He asked his two companions. He highly doubted he could manage the remaining adversaries with any less support, but they were all becoming quickly exuhausted.

(ooc: eh my post is short too)

OOC: did this die? Or did my absence create a gap in it?

BIC: Macil used the last bit of his strength and hurled him into Sorel, knocking his companion onto the ground, but taking an arrow for himself. "You're Welcome," He managed to gasp.

Menace, amazingly, was doing great. He tackled a dragon and roasted most of the flesh. He then charged at the remaining dragon and clawed like crazy.

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