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Solomon slit the throat of a Vicery warrior that had taken Isira's rapier up under the right side of its carapace, and stood with a sigh. He was tired. Not used to fighting like this, up close and personal. Though he put on a tough guy air, he despised close quater kills. Everytime he took a life, whether animal or human, it wracked his mind and soul. He like other strong water walkers felt when another died at their hands. Not only could they see the life flee from their eyes, but they could feel it when their life force extinguished. That is why he preferred his bow, range was his friend.

He turned toward Isira, reaching toward her to care for her wound, when a loud explosion roared out of the tunnel behind him, and he ducked to one side as debris and stone came flying outward, Sol sailing past them like a rocket, clothing still on fire. He watched as Sol struck the ground hard, his back angled as he struck a rocky outcropping. Pain flared through the bond for Solomon and he almost cried out. He looked up and saw that Isira was helping him back to his feet and was pushing him towards the downed Fire Walker. Solomon felt a surge of rage, deep down, for those that walked the path of fire. It was always the same, fiery tempers that over rode reason. Their abilities, though formidable, were just as dangerous to themselves and their allies as they were to the enemy. But he had a duty, one that he had taken seriously since the day that his abilities manifested. The fact that Sol was his Qalm mate, and though he was implusive, he could see that they shared many similarities.

As he ran across the sandy ground between where he was and Sol lay, he saw that the Fire Walker was trying to get up, trying to move. Solomon had seen him land and he surmised that the man had at least a few broken ribs, if not more serious damage to his back. Reaching into his core, he stirred his furies to life, and focused. Telepathy across distance was much more difficult than when he had contact with another, but he was strong, strong enough.

"Sol, do not move, I am on my way." He saw the man stiffen and he knew that his message had been received as Sol stopped moving and lay back where he was, his chest rising and falling in a halting jerky manner. As Solomon slid to the man's side, he saw that he had a small amount of blood at the corner of his mouth and his lungs gurgled as he talked, "You took your time," he said with a ragged chuckle. Ash and blood spilling between his lips. Solomon tried to keep his face and emotions in check as he poured water over Sol's chest and placed his hands right above the man's heart. Time was short, Sol had perforated a lung, one of the broken ribs that Solomon now felt as he reached out with his furies has pierced the lower part of his right lung. More disconcerting was the fact that as his furies quested through Sol's body, was that he felt a numb tingling below the man's waist. A broken back and severed spinal column, sucking air in between his teeth Solomon braced for the pain that he was about to share with his Qalm mate.

Once more touching Sol's mind he warned him, "Be still, this is going to hurt."

He gritted his teeth, his lips pulled back in a snarl at the pain he felt when he sent his furies into the tissue of Sol's lung, pushing the spar of bone out of the organ and back into place. Sol gasped as he knit the tissue of the lung back together and filtered the blood out, into the open blood vessel before attaching that vein back into place and sealing the ends together, stemming the trickle of blood into Sol's lung. With a grunt he heard and felt the bones of Sol's four broken ribs slide into place, his furies regrowing protiens and calcium, fusing the bones together once more. Throughout his work he held Sol's beck and neck immobile, not allowing him to further damage his spinal column. Now that Sol's breathing had stabilized he turned his attention to the delicate work of fixing his companion's nervous system.

Questing, focusing, trying to ignore the phantom pains that wracked his own body, he found the small break in Sol's lower back. He breathed a small sigh of relief as he found the cut to the spinal chord was small, and not all the way through. The pain was so intense, Solomon had never felt anything like it. He couldn't imagine what Sol was feeling. He could barely hear that his companion was screaming, crying out in agony, but it was far away, distant. He strained as the difficulty of the healing, exhaustion trying to force him to give in, but he pushed harder. Stiving for to make Sol whole again. He felt the nerve repairing itself, and he nearly blacked out as sensation returned, slowly, gradually to Sol's legs. "Almost," Solomon thought, "Almost there."

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Aalrik sidestepped the small arrow shafts that the Vicery fired.

"I'll have to let the others who are better equiped to handle the foot soldiers. I'll deal with the archers" he thought.

He called out as he stepped back from the others, "I've got the archers."

In quick succession he drew and fired three times and Vicrey dropped from the ceiling wounded. A few staggared to their feet, snapping his shafts as they protruded from their armor and drew their swords, advancing toward the Qalm.

Aalrik frowned, sidestepping again out of the path of angry arrows that sliced in his direction, their fletchings buzzing as they flew. Then more. It seemed that the remaining entire archer squad had decided that he was the threat they needed to remove. He dodged from one side to another, his barkskin both helping and hurting. It slowed him down and he was unable to dodge all the arrows but those that struck simply skittered off the smooth hard skin he had grown. One stuck in his drawing arm and quivered.
He snatched it out, swearing at the pain, then switched hands and returned fire. Three more arrows sped toward thier targets.
Aalrik concentrated on the flight of the wooden shafts, willing them to strike the eyes or other vulnerable spots.
Three more Vicery fell and one did not move after hitting hit the floor. The others drew sword and moved toward the fight.
"Well," he thought as he drew again and let fly, "at least the number of arrows I have to dodge has dwindled."
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Robb turned as Sven cried out for all of the Tashiri to hear, "Brace yourself lads!!!! We are about to have guests," Robb nodded grimly, his blade slick with blood and gore of the Tashiri that had got in his way. He was wary of this, either it meant a large amount of Vicery had come to reinforce, or it meant something much worse. He saw Nesrin, the great leader of the Qalm, throw great gouts of flame down the tunnel. While he could hear the screams of whatever Nesrin hit, he knew it must be bad.

8 foot tall Vicery, 20 in all marched towards them. They were heavily armoured, and had no wings, relying on for legs to carry them to the battle. Robb could see that 10 carried huge spears like lances, and that they intended to spear the Qalm upon them. The other ten had bows, and scaled the walls to rain fire down upon them.

There was no way that he would be able to take out the archers effectively with his metal abilities. He leapt forward aiming at one of the lancers, knowing he would have to move quickly. Arrows rained down around him, causing him to dodge and twist as they slammed into the ground around him. He neared his target and leapt into the air, bringing his sword down on its spear.

It reeled back, but lashed out with his spear, causing him to drop to one knee to dodge it. He leapt forward again, knowing that he needed to stay in close if he was to survive. The thing had the range over him so he rushed again, metal shards flinging themselves towards its eyes, causing it to be temporarily blind as an arm moved to block.

It was all the time Robb needed, and he grabbed hold of its weapon, causing it to twist and break before he smashed it apart with a swing of his sword. The Vicery started to chitter, possibly a cry for help before he took its head from its shoulder, after several blows. He noted with grim satisfaction its death, that was until he reeled back, pain shooting through his arm. He looked down to see a arrow sticking out of his left arm, and quickly moved to stop another hitting him.

He grabbed hold of the arrow, and broke it in his hand before throwing it to one side, part of it still in him. He would get someone to look at it later, right now he had a fight to help out with. He leapt at the nearest Vicery, and slashed at its legs, taking one of them clean off before he leapt back, his arm throbbing in pain.

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Sven scooped up a handfull of sand and used it to clean some of the gore off of his hammer as he stepped up next to Aalrik. The sharp eyed elf was sending heavy arrows, flashing into the back of the cave at targets that he clearly could not see, not with his eyes anyway. He reached out into the earth through Asher and he felt them, heavy foot falls of many feet. Theses beasts felt heavier to him, it was nothing that he could put his finger on, but they were coming and coming fast. Sven felt Nesrin's powerful earth fury stirring as well as the Hetat stepped up next to he and Aalrik fire already forming between his hands. Nesrin began to shoot gouts of flame down the tunnel as Sven bellowed a warning to the rest of the Qalm, "Brace yourself lads! We are about to have guests!"

He rushed forward at Nesrin's side, the rest of the Qalm leaping into action behind him and as he ran down the tunnel he saw them. These beasts were huge in comparison to the other vicery warriors. "It would take two of me to reach the bastards head," he though wryly as he stopped and rolled to the side, avoiding several heavy arrows that thudded into the ground where he had been standing, with an effort of will he sunk into the earth below him as he rolled, disappearing from view and out of harms way as far as the archers were concerned. This form always made the stalwart dwarf feel uneasy, his vision obscured save for what he felt through Asher, sounds muffled, scents erased. Still he felt them come on, one of the vicious looking lancer beasts ran straight over top of him and as it passed he exploded from the earth behind it. Landing heavily he slammed the head of his hammer down into the ground causing the sand and soil beneath the Vicery's feet to shake and shudder as Sven called to Asher, "Asher horalem do irkaul morn meri!" and the huge granite bear sprung from the earth next to the Vicery and lept at its foe, sharp claws and teeth lashing out, crushing and severing limbs, as it tore the beast to pieces.

He felt it rush up behind him, footfalls pounding at the sand and he tossed himself backwards, landing flat on his back, sliding to a stop beneath the beast as its lance pierced the air where he had just been standing. He flailed out to the side with Avalanche, knocking one of the things legs askew as it rushed forward causing the beast to trip and roll end over end crashing to a halt against the wall of the tunnel. Sven hauled himself to his feet and was suprised to find that the beast was already rushing at him again, mush more nimble on its feet than he would have believed, and this time he was not fast enought to get out of the way. The Vicery shrieked in triumph as the heavy lance took Sven in the shoulder, skewering him on it, the heavy blade erupting from his back. Pain like he had never felt lanced through him, but on instinct he reached out to Asher and the other earth furies, strength flooding into him. Instead of being knocked flat on his ass, he leaned into the lance, a furrow of sand and shale left in his wake as the beast pushed on.

"Is that all you got laddie!" Sven spat in its face and feeding ever more strength into his short frame, he wrenched the spear to the side with a twist of his body, ripping the spear away from the Vicery, the arm that had been wielding it still attached to the haft. The thing screamed in surprise and pain, and with a grunt of effort Sven snapped the haft of the lance off just above the entrance wound. A maniacal fire started to burn behind Sven's eyes, and with a bellow of rage laced with pain he stormed forward Avalanche held in one hand, the strength of the earth itself roaring through his body.

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“Sol!” Zacarish howled as his Qalm member hurtled from the tunnel. He was consumed with fury and sprinted into the tunnel to find the foe. He found an array of pike armed Vicery instead. He sensed his Qalm members charging with him and they hit like the hammer blow of a God. Zacarish fell to his knees and skidded beneath the pike thrust at him. He heard Adam call out "Sven? Robb? Somebody, I made need a hand with this!" All thoughts of his current foe were abandoned as Zacarish turned to sprint to his friend’s aid. Belak beat him to it however.

Zacarish sensed the power unleashed and watched the Vicery collapse. Belak stood and moved next to Adam as another Vicery approached them. Zacarish saw them speak but did not hear the words. Evidently they were planning on killing it but this time he was first. He was a blur of silver motion that flew past them. He left his sword embedded the Vicery’s foot and slammed both palms into its chest, focussing his power. Similar to what Belak had done spikes grew on the inside of the armour and drove deep into the flesh but it was the finish that was different.

With a roar of hate Zacarish focussed every scrap of power he possessed the ability to use into instantly expanding the spikes. The effect was immediate and horrifying. The Vicery literally exploded, spraying blood across the tunnel. Zacarish was left standing, covered in its blood. His visor slits had become blocked and so he shook his head before removing the helmet and strapping it to his side. He ripped his sword free and then turned to Belak and Adam. His silver armour was now red and thus his coal black skin and daemonic eyes had taken on a new appearance.

All traces of personality was one from those eyes, the emotions having all been superseded by cold, black rage. Too many people had died because of these creatures, far too many. Time seemed to have frozen and his hooded eyes swept across the tunnel. He saw his Qalm members and felt pride to be given this chance to fight alongside such remarkable people. In a way he was the least worthy of them. Strong in power he may be but flawed in spirit. No matter what happened his rage had always been a part of him and always would be, he simply could not let it go. He lacked the ability to control it.

Then suddenly everything was back to its normal speed and his sword moved almost of its own accord, deflecting the incoming arrows. He sprinted forward and threw all his weight into the tip of his right shoulder, slamming it into the face of one of the archers after a quick pulse of air lifted him to that level. The Vicery fell and Zacarish fell with it. He rolled to his feet and confronted the archer which had drawn a sword before rushing at him. He met its charge with his outstretched palms, around which orbited his blades…
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Adam (Serpion5): You and Belak are about to engage the archer Vicery that has scuttled down the wall, wicked dagger in hand, when Zacarish rushes in from the side and kills the beast in an explosion of gore and armor. He stands there for a moment, seemingly consumed with rage, and you can almost feel the hate that he feels for the Vicery pulsing across the bond. Before he launches himself in the air at the last archer that still clings to the ceiling, bringing it down from its perch by slamming his shoulder into it. Belak streaks off to engage one of the archers that the rest of the Qalm has managed to dislodge from the ceiling, he blade flashing to meet the Vicery's in a clash of steel. You only just manage to sense the approach of another one of the archers, bow discarded in favor of its blade, as it sneaks up on you from behind, Kike calling out a warning as you duck the first slash of its blade. However, you are caught off balance by its attack and it stomps down on your shin and left foot with its spiny leg, causing you to fall onto your back. You are easily able to get to your feet, your fury enhanced speed kicking in, you notice that it is favoring its right side, trying to keep it away from you, but you see that two of Aalrik's stout arrow protrude from joints that attach its thorax to its abdomen. It moves stiffly, but it is still a dangerous foe even though it is injured. Use its injury to your advantage and kill it this update.

Isira (Jackinator): The vicery above you stabs down between its legs with its heavy spear, trying to impale you but the angle at which it is forced to strike makes it all but impossible for it as you dodge around avoiding the blows. Your rapier is still stuck in the joint where your haphazard strike lodged it, but every so often as the beast twists and lurches around in an effort to get at you, it comes close to an angle where you could reach out and grab it if you are fast enough. You going to need to use your dagger to distract it, so that you can get to your rapier and shove it the rest of the way into the Vicery for the killing blow. You will obviously kill yours this update.

Sol (Angel of Blood): The pain of the healing seems to reach its pinnacle, the sharp blinding fury of it threatening to overwhelm you, though your own stubbornness and Solomon's calming presence in your mind keeps you concious. Just as you feel that the pain will drive you mad, it stops, the world crashing in on you in a rush of sound and color. Solomon sits next to you, hands outstretched on his knees, panting heavily, eyes closed. Though he looks exhausted you see that a slight smile plays around his lips. You experimentally try to move your toes and feet, and to your great surprise you find that you can move them again. The pain in your sides and back is gone and you can once again feel everything below the waist. Though the healing has left you slightly fatigued, the sound of battle rages around you and urges you to your feet, ready to fight. Solomon pushes himself to his feet behind you and he calls to you, "Go. I am right behind you." Sprinting towards the tunnel you see the Qalm engaged in battle with a new breed of Vicery warriors. These massive beasts are wingless, walk on four legs, are heavily armored and wield a combination of wicked swords and heavy lance-like spears. All of the members in the Qalm are engaged with at least one of the beasts save Nesrin who is battling two of the things at once, his Ape like fury has been joined by one that appears to be a huge serpent made of Azure flames. Nesrin and his furies fight like mad, but you can tell that even the formidable Hetat is taxing his abilities. Further down the tunnel you see that one of the archer Vicery has hauled itself to its feet and is now rushing up on the Qalm's rear flank. You have the choice to either go and assist Nesrin in his fight, or go deal with the unopposed Vicery. Either way, you can kill a single Vicery this update.

Aalrik (Apidude): Now that the Vicery have abandonned their bows and rushed into melee with the rest of the Qalm, you are leary about using your bow to continue the fight. The speed at which the Tashiri Aria move is a blur even to your eyes and you are afraid that an errant shaft would strike them by accident. Just as you draw your blades to rush into the fight, one of the Vicery Archers, one of your arrows imbedded deep with in its abdomen on the right side, come scuttling at you, sword raised. You must use all of your abilities to dispatch your foe, but during the fight you feel your control of the barkskin begin to strain. You think that you will be able to sustain it for the next few minutes but all of your concentration is required to wield your blades and maintain the protective covering. If you want to utilize any of your other fury abilities you may need to soon drop the barkskin to do so. You are able to kill the Vicery this update, but don't make it too easy.

Robb (Lord Ramo): The Vicery whose leg you just took screams in pain, lashing out with its spear in a pain clouded strike. By some twist of fate it manages to hit you in your wounded arm, driving the arrow head deeper into your flesh, striking the bone, but breaking the haft of of the weapon. Even through your ability to ignore pain you grimace at the agony it causes. The Vicery that you face is whipped into a frenzy brought on by pain and bloodlust and it comes at you with both the broken spear and a large wicked dagger the length of a normal short sword. The beast is fast and it will take all of your skill to take it down. You are able to kill it this turn but don't make it too easy, it is a skilled opponent.

Zacarish (Santaire): Rushing at your opponent you find that it is only stunned by its impact with the ground. It raises to its feel quickly and with a shrieking cry rushes at you with it sword bared. It is fast, much quicker than you had anticipated. It strikes at you four times, the heavy blade of its sword whistling through the air, striking at your face, chest, arms and legs. Your skill with a blade allows you to block three of the four, but the fourth strike makes it through your defenses. You decide where the blow lands and the extent of the injury, small or large, piercing, slashing, or bashing damage it is up to you, just make it something that puts you on the defensive. Your opponent is skilled and it will take all your abilities to take it out, kill it this update but don't make it too easy.

All: The battle rages around you coming to an end as you all defeat your foes. As the last opponent falls, Nesrin calls you all over toward the mouth of the cave to assess injuries and regroup. There is a lull in the action and you neither hear or see any vicery opponents for the moment. It is time to see to injuries and assess equipment before journeying further down into the hive.

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Adam dashed ahead of Belak, intending to leap atop their target`s head and keep it distracted until the stronger man could finish it off. They were beaten to the punch however by the intervention of the other windwalker Zacarish. The vicery`s death was gruesome indeed. Zacarish` hate was like an inferno and Adam was aware of the extreme loathing the other shared for these creatures.

Adam stopped running and took a moment to plan his next move. Behind him, Belak had engaged another foe and Zacarish had likewise kept moving.

Adam was almost about to lower his blade when instead a shriek from Kike hovering above prompted him to duck and spin on the spot. He barely avoided the swing but such an ungainly maneuver made him easy to throw off balance. The beast kicked out with one of its thin but powerful legs, sending the younger man sprawling. It tried to stomp down again even as it raised its blade for a downward strike.

Adam rolled backwards, using the wind to push himself to his feet as he raised his own weapon to defend. As he got to his feet he parried two blows and dodged a third before countering with one of his favoured combos. A quick flurry of strikes designed to force a foe on the defensive and inflict superficial damage before he went for the kill. Kike hovered ovehead, scanning the greater battle and waiting for a command from any of the tashiri that may need help.

Adam noted as he circled his foe, that the vicery was one of the archers from earlier. It had already been shot several times presumably by the elf Aalrik, but was still well and truly capable of threatening a tashiri warrior. It brandished its serrated blade aggressively but seemed to guard carefully its opposite side. And therein lay its weakness.

He called upon his fury ability and surged forth, aiming for the weakened side. As he predicted, it brought its blade around to defend itself and Adam immediately altered his trajectory. With his blinding speed, the movement could not be followed by the beast`s eyes and Adam drove his blade through the uninjured yet exposed torso on the monster`s other side. He leaped clear as it fell, shaking its ichor and other viscera off his blade as he approached where Nesrin stood.

The battle was winding down and Adam nodded to the others of his qualm as they followed down to their Hetat.

There was no sign of any further contact and Nesrin seemed content to wait, calling to the others as the battle drew to a close.

Adam knelt while he waited, checking the blade of his scimitar for damage and readjusting his armour at the same time. He was disappointed to count two notches in the blade where he had carelessly deflected with the edge. They would prove difficult to repair, and he was not equipped with the adequate equipment here.

As Kike landed beside him, Adam took his whetstone out of one of his pouches and did what he could to hone the blade`s edge. After a few moments he began to curse loudly, and wished he had the physical strength for a more durable blade...


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Zacarish was surprised by the archer’s speed. He quickly thrust his arm forward and the blades slammed into the Vicery’s weak points but it kept coming. He only just had time to draw his own sword before it reached him. He blocked the first mighty swing with a shiver in his arms before he deflected a lunge with a flick of the wrist. A lightning fast slash swooped beneath his guard but he just managed to block it. Then the Vicery suddenly switched hands and slashed at him from the left. The blade flew threw the air and Zacarish turned into it. He knew he could not avoid it but perhaps he could redirect most of the force.

The heavy cleaver slashed through the air and Zacarish spun, bringing the air furies to bear as he spun. The lightning speed of his sudden turn caused the cleaver to slide off his vambrace however there was a grating sound of bone on bone as the force crushed his wrist. He suddenly twisted his body further and the cleaver slid free but he was on the back foot now. The Vicery hammered blow after blow at him and although Zacarish parried them all he knew that eventually another would get through and then another, on and on until he was dead. He left himself wide open to an attack and the insect lunged. And screamed…

Zacarish had driven his blades deep into flesh with a burst of willpower. Indeed they only stopped when they hit bone. Its blade, robbed of the killing force, rebounded harmlessly from a crossed blade that knocked the slash wide. He pressed the advantage, his blade flicking out in a dazzling series of feints and blows that the creature was hard put to block. His leaf blades tore free of the Vicery’s flesh and orbited around his head, deflecting all attempted counters from the insect. He smiled and then thrust his sword forward. Along with it he sent his leaf blades.

The blades knocked away the attempted block and the sword slammed through the weak point at the neck. He raised his foot and kicked the beast off his sword before he walked forward to stand over its quivering form. He ended its pain with a two handed thrust into the heart. He walked over to Nesrin and as he waited for the others to join them he spotted Adam working on his sword. He noticed a couple of notches in the blade and so walked to him. “Let me,” he said quietly, holding a hand out for the sword.

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Belak stood, rooted to the spot, the feeling of hatred and rage imminating from Zacarish flooding over the bond. His fellow Dark Elf's emotions were in turmoil, and as Zacarish stood there, blood and vicera cover his armor, Belak was almost caught up in the eddy and flow of the endless sea of rage locked behind the mans eyes. Slowly Belak came to himself as the bleed through of emotion subsided and soon he saw a change in Zacarish, rage turning to fierce pride as the elf surveyed the Qalm and then rocketted back into action. This was enough to break Belak's reverie and he too snapped into motion.

Spinning on the spot, he saw that one of the Vicery Archers, several heavy oaken arrows protruding from weak spots in its legs and thorax. Smiling as he recognized Aalrik's handiwork, he bellowed a challenge to the beast and with blazing speed he began to fling his throwing daggers at the oncoming enemy 3 throws with each hand, 6 blades in all rocketed into the creature, each blade finding a weak spot. It screamed in pain as one of its legs buckled and one of its arms fell useless to its side, its thick blood running in rivulettes down into the sandy earth. Fierce purpose began to flare in his chest, and with an effort of will he focussed on his double ended blades, each razor sharp, and in a hail of flashing metal he flung them in a chaotic cyclone into the creatures remaining legs, dropping it to the ground with a thud.

Drawing his longsword and taking it in a two handed grip he stalked forward. Even though the thing was now immobile, it still stood almost as tall as he did, and its reach with its single working arm still formidable. It swung out at him, a lucky glancing blow that, although he parried it to the side left a long cut up the side of his left forearm. "Enough of this farce," he growled to himself, and he launched a series of attacks into the beast, its arm finally falling to the ground, and with a vicious swipe Belak sent the Vicery's head to meet it.

He looked around and saw that his companions were finishing their own battles and with concern saw that Isira still bore the injury to her scalp and that Sven and Robb both bore injuries, Sven's rather severe. Cleaning his sword, he checked the edge, and finding it as sharp as ever he collected his knives. He came over a Nesrin called them together and with a glance at Solomon, who looked exhausted but alive, hoped that Nesrin would be able to do something for Sven. It would not do to have the formidable earth walker out of this fight, they needed to be whole to have a hope of surviving.

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Sweat dripped down his face and into his eyes as he strained to maintain and complete the healing. Sol was breathing heavily, teeth grinding, fists clentched as he bore the pain that threatened to steal Solomon's breath. Then suddenly it ended. He felt the last of Sol' nerves regrow, the bones knit, and the muscles realign. Solomon slowly withdrew his presence from Sol's mind, collapsing to the ground next to the Fire Walker.

Solomon wanted nothing more than to roll over and go to sleep, but the sound of battle reached him. He knew that he must assist his Qalm. This feeling of companionship was something strange to the consumate loner. For so long he had wandered alone, trained alone, avoided contact. The pain that he had felt at his parents death compounded ten fold due to his abilities, he had long ago distanced himself from others. His natural empathy sometimes threatening to overwhelm him during his training. Now he couldn't escape it now. He was bonded to the warriors of his Qalm, their emotions and thoughts filtering through the link forged among them. Even though he had never asked for it, he was now a part of this group. He felt a kinship that he had not for almost a decade. The thought that these warriors, his brethren, needed him, depended on him as he depended on they, stirred him into action.

Rolling to his side he sat, arms outstrected sitting on his knees. He focused on his breathing, centering himself, trying to recuperate and regain his energy. Sol stirred in front of him and as the man wiggled his toes and feet, finally standing and turning toward the battle, Solomon could not help but smile at his handiwork. That had been one of the most difficult healing he had ever undertaken by himself and the fact that he had succeeded made him proud. He saw that Sol looked at him, obviously concerned with leaving him by himself to go join the battle. Hauling himself to his feet with a grunt of effort Solomon waved a hand to the fire walker saying, "Go. I am right behind you." He watched Sol jog into the battle rushing to assist Nesrin as the Hetat fought two of the large Vicery. Pride filling him with a strength and energy.

Scanning the battle he saw that one of the Vicery Archers was hauling itself to its feet and drawing a wicked looking dagger. He rushed forwards trying to get to it before the beast could crash into Aalrik's flank. Luckily the beast had not noticed him and he put on a burst of speed, crashing into it with grunt of effort just before it reached Aalrik. His shoulder struck the Vicery just behind the front leg joint, and the two went down in a tangle of limbs. This was to his advantage though as it put him in close proximity to use his abilities. Clumsily ducking an armored elbow joint, he saw that one of Aalrik's arrows protruded from the things underbelly. It was wounded, a malicious grin errupted across Solomon's face as he let a little watter leak out of his water skin. Directing the furies of the water into the wound, seeping around the arrow, he frowned in concentration as he sent them coursing through the things alien body. Along the way he tweaked nerves, wracking the creatures heavy frame with as much pain as he could. The creature thrashed and flailed under him, but Solomon kept the pressure on sending his furies into the things strange muscles causing them all to lock up at once. Exhausted barely holding onto his crafting he activated his hidden blades with a flick of his wrist and with a roar slammed the heavy steel into the things temple. It died soundlessly, its muscles relaxing as he released his crafting. He had a moment to register that its alien emotions cycled through fear and terror, but thankfully he was too tired to be much effected by them.

Sliding to the ground off of the creature he saw that the rest of the Qalm was finishing the other Vicery and it appeared that they were going to have a lull in the action for a moment. No new creatures were rushing to intercept them, perhaps the assault of the other Qalms was occupying their attention. His eyes started to scan the warriors of his group and he found that Robb was standing cleaning his blade on the corpse of a dead Vicery. The man had the shaft of one of their arrows sticking out of his left arm just above the elbow. Solomon tried to speak but found that he was so tired, he could not raise his voice above the sounds of combat to get the mans attention, so he lurched over to the formidable swordsman. Without preamble, he poured some water into his hands and pulled the arrow out of his companions arm, his furies making quick work of the laceration. Fortunately the barb had not lodged into Robb's bone, so the healing was simple enough. He heard Robb gasp in surprise and pain as he worked, but he cared not. He had little else on his mind than seeing them whole and back into the fight.

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