As the fire erupted from the doorway and headed towards him, he looked upon with rage as if he were about to attack the fire itself. However as the fire burned closer towards his his survival instincts took over and he quickly leapt back out of the path of the fire that snaked around the room. He followed its path around the room and although it came close - turning just feet in front of him - he didn't feel the need to avoid it.

He hears the imposter's voice and his riling call: "Do try and catch up." I fully intend to. His resolve clear. And your pets won't keep me here. He then rushes towards the door. Hoping that by the time he gets there the creatures have been kept busy.

As the attack in Pyralin's hands shifts around its color to match the different possible elements, it comes to rest on the infinite darkness of the Shadow Element. It launches forward, intercepting the first Creeper without fail (13+4[Roll+SPI]), and dealing a mighty 15 DMG to the creature. In retaliation, it lets loose its own elemental attack: the Fire Brigade.

Fire Brigade - A red hot sheet of flames that travel forward and envelop the opponent. Has a 25% chance of Burning the opponent, which deals an additional 3 DMG each turn for the remainder of the battle. 6 SPL

Pyre may consider Fire to be his element of choice, but even he cannot defend against the wall of flames that erupt from the Creeper's form (15+1[Roll+SPI]). As soon as the sheet hits him, it wraps around him and burns him from all directions. Thrown to the ground, Pyre receives a tough 8 DMG, but fortunately is not burned.

Alpha's staff whips itself out the instant the Creeper crosses paths with him. With a feral yell, the Sheikah leaps high into the air, casting a simple water spell over his staff to ensure that it will not burn apart, then smashes it into the Infernas that has dared get in his way (10+6[Roll+AGI]). The creature immediately retaliates with the Fire Brigade, hurling the flames at Alpha, who wraps himself up in his cape before it can reach him. The flames still damage him (13+3[Roll+SPI]), but he isn't burned.

The first and third Creepers are both distracted by their attackers, but Raven must still pass by unnoticed by the second of the Infernas. Fortunately, the creature fails to spot him (Awareness Check - 7+1[Roll+INT]), and the Sheikah is able to slip by with ease - not a surprising feat for such a master Thief.

In the room beyond, Raven manages to see that . . . it's empty. The room is dark, but his Sheikah eyes can see quite clearly the lack of furnishings in the area. The only thing worthy of his interest are the three doorways, four if you count the one he's just come through. Each one is in one of the four compass point directions; perhaps Wraith has gone through one of them.

Creeper #1: 9 HP, 14 SPL
Creeper #2: 25 HP, 20 SPL
Creeper #3: 15 HP, 14 SPL

Pyre: 33 HP, 15 SPL
Alpha: 45 HP, 39 SPL

Soon after entering the room he sweeps around it and it soon becomes apparent that 'Waith' is not there. He looks at the doors that surround him. I can count out that one. he mentally notes. Looking at the way he entered. So I've a one in three chance of finding him. Lets reduce those odds.

Raven then focuses on nothing but the three doorways that surround him, everthing else fades from existance as the sounds of fighting in the previous room dies away and all the detail of the room he's in melts away into blackness the only thing visable being the doorways and the path leading from them. Attemping to pick on the faintest sound from one of the possable paths. (Awareness Check)

Dogura has fought things in the past, but never living flames. How do you fight fire? With fire of course! Or so he had been told multiple times before. However, this didn't seem to be the circumstance to use that analogy. Not knowing exactly how to combat them, he did all he knew how to do. Diving at one of the beasts, he held his sword at an angle so as to slice the flame in mid-flight.

Dogura's blade sweeps forward, slicing through the air at the second of the strange creatures of fire . . . which abruptly dives towards the ground. Somehow or another, it passes through the floor, effectively manipulating the stone flooring into a shield for its form (7+6[Roll+AGI]). As the Samurai's swing is completed, the sting-ray like Infernas leaps back into the air, opening up a fiery mouth on its underside and chomping directly into the Hylian's shoulder (19+5[Roll+AGI]). 8 DMG is received from the fiery bite.

Creeper #1: 9 HP, 14 SPL
Creeper #2: 25 HP, 20 SPL
Creeper #3: 15 HP, 14 SPL

Pyre: 33 HP, 15 SPL
Alpha: 45 HP, 39 SPL
Dogura: 33 HP, 17 SPL

* * *

Raven's Awareness Check fails (4+3[Roll+INT]), and the Sheikah can spot nothing that might help him discern Wraith's location. No sounds jump forth to meet his attempts, nor do any visible clues present themselves.

"And you seem to think I'm the poser here . . ." The voice drops down from above him, where Wraith is . . . floating . . . silently in midair. "I must say, Raven, you appear to be quite the conundrum to me," he says as he slowly floats to stand before the Thief. "You have some serious potential - you have mighty abilities, and beyond that you are being trained under Red Fury himself. An impressive resume to say the least."

As the Assassin speaks, a spark or two appear at the base of the floor, and a line of fire suddenly appears in a ten foot radius around Wraith. It abruptly erupts upward and encases Wraith in a dome of fire - but only for a moment before disappearing back into the ground. It seems the man has constructed a shield for himself out of fire, and while Raven may in fact have the strength to push his way through it, the time it would take to do so would undoubtedly take away any element of surprise he might possess - unless he has another one of those 'mighty abilities' Wraith was mentioning.

"It just . . . strikes me as very odd that you would allow yourself to be manipulated so thoroughly by Yuenbri - Alpha, as you know him now. To think that someone like yourself would fight a fight such as this, coming after Hakiems when there is nothing to gain from such an action." Wraith spreads his arms wide. "Honestly, what could you possibly receive from the liberation of the king from Hakiem custody? You didn't know I would be here, after all, so that's your only motivation. Do you think he will honor you for your part here? You believe that you, a soldier of Chaos, can gain from aiding the cause of Order?!

'Interesting . . . trying to break up their team unity . . . I had not considered that you might think of such a tactic.'

Wraith curious face hardens. 'Would you just shut up?! I'm asking this because I'm honestly curious, not for some twisted sense of strategy.'

As he hears Wraith's voice obove him he shakes his head. 'I had a feeling he might be here.' He watches as he slowly floats down to near ground level and in amusement as he summons a shield of fire to protect himself with. A minor annoyance if he wished to harm him. However he would do the honour of answering his questions just as he had answered his before.

'I'm glad you think so; I've found that have Red as a teacher can improve my standings in certain circles. I should have guessed you as an assassin would know of him.' Putting a deliberate emphasis on assassin. He hears him use that name again Yuenbri. 'I would ask you how you know Alpha - Yuenbri but I suspect that the answer you give would be cyptic making it a waste of breath, however I wouldn't say I was being manipulated by him. The choice to come here was my own. After all how else would someone like me gain access to the North Castle - residence of the Hylian royal family.' He says mimicing the arm motion made by Wraith. 'I have gained much from this trip.' He says patting the bag at his side. 'To be honest I'm hoping that the King will see fit to offer his rescuers a reward for their efforts, your being here although a surprise it is a welcome one. I hoped to run into again, this is a little sooner than I would like, but as far as I'm concerned you are my opponent.' Raven falls silent for a moment considering how to answer his last statement. 'To sound cliché Chaos cannot exist withour Order.I wouldn't call myself a soldier of Chaos not even a grunt in the supposed war between the factions. I see this not as aiding the cause of Order but as aiding my cause. A reward would be appreciated but knowing that the King of Hyrule is in my debt is also good and even if I don't have that knowing a secret entrance to the castle can't be that bad.' He pauses before asking: 'Talking of reasons for being here; why are you here? If you don't mind my asking. It can't be for the simple reason you gave earlier, you could do that at any time. Why are you really here?'

Give a little take a little.

OOC: Sorry about the wait, Raven and all those reading along with this topic. (No, not sorry to the other four RPers who decided that posting here has suddenly become beneath them ) Finals are this week for me, if you consider school to be a valid excuse.

IC:
Wraith's hand rises upwards, positioning itself in a supporting position for his jaw, at least, where the jaw is located beneath his mask. The t-shaped visor stares silently at Raven for several long moments, considering the Thief's words. Finally, the voice of the Assassin emerges once more. "Perhaps I did choose my words poorly; to define you as a 'soldier' isn't exactly an apt description of your line of work. And yet at the same time that fact nearly makes my point for me: you are no soldier of Hyrule, and your little excuse for a reward is incredibly shortsighted."

He pauses for a moment. "I would think that the chaos brought about by Harkinian's sudden capture would lead to the pandemonium perfectly suited for a thief like yourself. And be honest . . . you truly believe that chaos and order cannot be without one another? Darkness does not need light in order to exist; people only believe that to be so because it is by light that we define 'darkness' - the 'absence of light'. But even if light was to cease existing, do you really think darkness would die out as well . . . or would it consume everything?"

A shrug, followed by a long laugh. "Oh, but listen to me, I sound like one of those idiot philosophers that always shout out their declarations of the world's impending DOOM (OOC: Sorry about the capitalizing; force of habit). Alright, fair's fair, I suppose, even if I don't think you're being honest with yourself in answering some of those queries. Nor do I think you truly understand Yuenbri's prowess in this matter . . .

"Like you stated, I'm an assassin - one for hire, to be specific. I'm here at this point in time because now is when my current employer decided would be an excellent opportunity to strike. I don't claim to know the inner workings of his mind, but he pays well and he gives me what I've been desiring for years: a rematch with the almighty Yuenbri." A deep chuckle now emerges from Wraith's throat as he struggles to contain the sudden outburst of laughter. "Oh, that's right, I forgot - you have no idea what he's capable of, do you?

"The power in his hands in unimaginable for mortals such as yourselves, and it is only his fear that holds him back from it. Did you know that if he truly wanted to, Yuenbri could locate the Hakiems' base right now, travel there instantaneously, and annihilate that idiotic Zaboorak, as well as that entire Tribe, without using even a full 1% of his power?" And even though it can't be seen, Wraith's tone of voice betrays the ever-widening grin of anticipation growing beneath his mask.

* * *

Oblivious to Raven and Wraith's words, Alpha leaps high into the air with his staff held high. Twirling it around above his head, he brings it down to smash into the head of the second Creeper - only for it to disappear beneath the floor once again before the staff can make a dent (2+6[Roll+AGI]). Emerging from beneath, the Infernas launches its own Fire Brigade at the Sheikah, and he does no better avoiding the attack than he had at hitting the beast (5+3[Roll+SPI]). The Sheikah takes 8 DMG, but avoids being burned.

Creeper #1: 9 HP, 14 SPL
Creeper #2: 25 HP, 14 SPL
Creeper #3: 15 HP, 14 SPL

Pyre: 33 HP, 15 SPL
Alpha: 37 HP, 39 SPL
Dogura: 33 HP, 17 SPL

'Before we continue let's get on a equal footing.' Referring to the floating assassin before him. He leapt into the air equal to Wraith's height then landed. Not on the floor but on the air, as if it were as solid as the floor that lay beneath them.

'As much as I would love a world without Order, I need the satisfaction that comes with stealing from those who believe in that Order. Besides, I'm sure we can both agree the world is one built on Chaos. Although it also has balance, sun and themoon, day and night. If we just had endless day the world would collapse under it's heat and under eternal night the land would wither and die.So, a visicous cycle would emerge if we had no-one to steal from but ourselves. The factions protect their own no solider of Order would walk into the heart of Chaos to find a man; without that protection our lives could get even more difficult. As you put it; it would consume everything, us along with it. Besides, the nobles have... such nice things.'

Part worried, part intrigued and with a feeling of why doesn't he then he took on board Wraiths words about who he knew as Alpha. Many questions were begging to be asked but he knew that he would not have the patience to answer them all.

'You fought him before? How come you still live if he has as much power as you claim, or are you saying that you share these formidable powers?' A touch of incredulity slipping into his tone.

~Pyre watched, seemingly bored. He wasn't the kind of person to exchange pointless talk during a heated (fire XD) battle. That wasn't to say that he wasn't interested in what Wraith was saying. The assasin was obviously looking to Alpha as one who was an equal or even superior to himself, and so far, it seemed like the assasin was oozing with confidence. Maybe fear or anticipation on his part was something of great importance.

None of that mattered though. The worst thing that could happen would be to let comments like that sow dissent amoung the small group. They needed all the manpower they could get to crush Wraith. Pyralin knew that he didn't care what Alpha was, or what he was hiding from the rest of them. Though the ranger only knew him for a short time he already trusted him, and decided that what Alpha kept secret was for the best (I feel like I'm repeating myself somehow...)

He decided to speak, although the concept was hypocritical banking on his previous thoughts about words being wasted. "I don't care what kind of powers he has. His secrets are his secrets, and I think that goes for everyone here. Wouldn't you rather just fight, I find that much more interesting."

While the ranger spoke and thought, he wasn't just sitting there wasting time. He was trying to think out a plan of action. Alpha had already showed that outright attacks wouldn't get them far in this battle. The party would have to be smart.

There were to possible targets at the moment. The infernas and Wraith. Wraith was more dangerous, and it would seem prudent to fight him without any distractions. Especially fire creatures continually attacking the attacker's flank. Yes, it seemed the best choice would be to attack the smaller creatures, but how to hit them before they sink into the floor.

The solution came quickly. Pyre leapt into action at once, sprinting forwards. So far, every attack had been a jumping attack from above. This gave the creatures all the time they needed to escape. One alternative would be to attack with a dagger throw, but Pyralin was getting low on daggers, and didn't want to find himself unarmed.

So instead of throwing, he rushed forward. When got closer to his target, he slid, letting his feet silde in front of him, attempting to slide underneath the floating infernas, and slash its underbelly (they are floating right?....) Hopefully it would have no chance to defend. The ranger lashed out with his blade, and hoped that its edge would vanquish the annoying thing.~

(((btw Alpha, I'm writing a big post in Outside the Thicket to thank you for waiting so long. I plan to have it be over 1000 words, and am adding its own special title and fancy format besides my little ~'s. It might take a little bit, but it'll be worth the wait. Sorry for angering you, Rping god (refering to monthly Rper thing ) )))

OOC: Um, yeah . . . I'm lazy. Oh, and I've been waiting for somebody else to reply to this . . . TOOK YA LONG ENOUGH, PABRU! SHAME ON ZV AND TAYRO! And apologies to you Red.

IC:
An eyebrow shoots up slightly as Raven lands in midair before him. 'Indeed, definitely an impressive being.'

Wraith's eyebrow lowers back to its normal positioning as he rolls his eyes. 'Yes, I believe I've told you that several times now . . . and quit interrupting.'

'I shall consider it. Inform me when you get to speak with Wraith, please.'

'Fine, fine, just GET LOST.' Silence follows in the Assassin's head . . . though he doesn't believe for a second that the man has truly left him alone. But at least he's stopped talking . . . for now . . .

Wraith manages a chuckle at the end of Raven's little dialogue, particularly due to that last sentence. "Well, I suppose that just must be the difference between assassins and thieves . . . the more chaos there exists, the more profitable my profession becomes. Though I bet you can't deny that stealing something from an extremely wealthy and powerful criminal overlord would be quite the satisfying challenge."

And then come Raven's inevitable questions. "How did I survive? Simple; like I said, he's afraid of using them. Were he not, believe me, this conflict would have escalated beyond your comprehension.

"Have you ever heard of the Demon Tournament? It's quite the lively little event, hosted by the most 'powerful' of criminal masterminds - though I suppose I should note that their definition of powerful is that of monetary prowess rather than physical or magical might - and the competition itself is a tournament to impress these overlords. Assassins, thieves, dark mages - you'd probably fit in quite well there, actually!" Wraith adds with a barked laugh. "I fought Yuenbri there, and he defeated me. Never got a chance for a rematch, because the event's an annual deal, and he disappeared before the next Tourny started.

"Now I've managed to track him down, and even been hired to kill him myself. And to answer your final question . . . yes. It's taken a few years, but I've finally managed to get a hold of a power likened to his. Using it against you all right now would be no challenge, of course, hence the reason why I don't, but when the time comes . . .

"Then perhaps you can learn what true fear is."

* * *

OOC: I should note, Pyre, that Raven and Wraith are speaking in a different room. You guys wouldn't be able to hear them unless you tried to get past the Infernas and join our favorite thief. And yes, the Infernas are floating.

And I'm VERY excited to see that bit about Outside the Thicket! ^_^

IC:
Pyralin's abrupt sliding tactic takes the Creeper Infernas by complete surprise. Their normal tactic of phasing through the ground beneath them is suddenly rendered useless unless they have a lot of forewarning - which none of them have in this case. The dagger slashes through the underbelly of the third Creeper (17+5[Roll+AGI]), taking out 8 HP.

It floats there for a few moments, taking in the fact that it has been injured yet again. Though it does lack a brain, it is a creation of fire, and therefore is not a stranger to the rage that all flames describe. With a roar, it turns on a dime and charges at Pyre, not choosing to utilize the Fire Brigade but instead wanting to feel the Ranger's skin burning from contact with its own body. Unfortunately for it, and fortunately for the adventurers, Pyralin easily dodges out of the way of the slow creature (3+5[Roll+AGI]).

Alpha takes in the entire room, looking specifically at the three Infernas. Two of them have begun to float closer to the ground, betraying their ever decreasing levels of health, while the third continues to float at full power. That is entirely unacceptable to the Sheikah.

The sphere forms out of nowhere before his chest, the azure ball announcing its element to all. In one swift movement, the Mage's arms shoot forward from his sides, gripping the orb in their hands and drawing it back, imbuing it with his own powerful magical presence as his eyes focus on the second, still fully powered Infernas. "Elemental Burst - Water!" The gushing blast fires forward, and though it has had several seconds in which to conquer its fear and fly away, the Infernas never does (7+4[Roll+SPI]). The aquatic attack washes completely over the Infernas, dealing a massive 27 DMG to the creature and ripping it apart.

Droplets from the attack spray out in all directions, hitting the other two Creepers several times. Each one looses 2 HP from the moisture - apparently even minimal contact with water can have devastating effects on these things.

Creeper #1: 7 HP, 14 SPL
Creeper #2: eliminated
Creeper #3: 5 HP, 14 SPL

Pyre: 33 HP, 15 SPL
Alpha: 37 HP, 39 SPL
Dogura: 33 HP, 17 SPL

~Pyre grinned. Victory on all accounts. Not only had he cut the fiery creature successfully, but he had dodged and slipped through the blockade of infernas. He didn't want to get hit by another attack though, so he didn't spend anytime to celebrate.

Instead he was already sprinting ahead, until he slid into the room with Wraith and Raven. He tried to analyze the situation in front of him as quickly as possible, but ended up assuming that Raven was capable of beating down this guy himself.

But hell, a little extra help wouldn't hurt.

The ranger smirked fearlessly. He had survived one of the assasins attacks, and though it may well have been one of his weaker ones, the hylian felt considerably less fear about confronting Wraith head to head. Quite to the contrary, he felt a rush of exileration. It wasn't everyday that you got to face an adversary such as this.

With that same will to fight, he whipped out his twin dirks from their sheathes and rushed forward, cutting off his attacking and stepping to the side half way through. He wasn't foolish enough to attack the assasin head on, but instead tried to flank him. If the hylian could get himself behind his target, then that would make things a lot easier. Plus, he hoped to create an opening for the theif. He had no doubt that Raven would make the best of any oppurtunity that came his way.~

OOC: No probs. I actually get kind of nervous when there's a new post because I wonder what's required of me. Yay, I'm a favourite. Onward!

IC: 'I often imagine of doing such a deed, but reality has a way of putting things in their place. Sweet victory washed away by bitter blood. I don't believe I'm capable of taken out an army of assassains which they would send after me. Not yet, anyway.'

Afraid of what? His own power or the consquence of using them? 'I've heard rumours of such an event. Pitting their men against rivals, a show of their power through their subordinates. Never made it to one though, I might try to make it to the next one.' He was aware how strange it seemed the manner with which they were talking . Almost causually, rather than two men who had been fighting to the death moments before.

'So, you still have a master, even though you lost your fight or did you wander in disgrace wishing you could become stronger you can fight and defeat the one who bested you. Until one fateful day that someone offered you such power if you would serve them as the new Wraith. How does it feel to take up the mantle of one like him? Do you even know who your masters are?'

At Wraith's last remark he bowed his head as if he was ashamed by what he had said.'No point in using a sledgehammer to break a nut, that's what your saying, right. You think that by showing your power I will fall to my knees and cower in fear. I've seen Goldforce powers at work. I might be impressed by your power but don't expect me to be afraid of it, or you.'

OOC: lol, yes Red, you're the favorite in this topic.

IC:
Wraith chuckles as Raven discusses the Demon Tournament, noting the subtle change in the expression in his eyes. Something akin to confusion, perhaps curiosity or bewilderment, has entered the Thief's mind, and it isn't difficult to figure out what is causing it. 'I'm sure he finds this to be quite odd, just lying around and talking while behind him his 'friends' are battling my Infernas. Well, it shouldn't be too much longer before my creations are lost, and then maybe I can try to talk some sense into my predecessor again.' "You really should try to make it," Wraith replies to Raven's bit about the tournament, calmly choosing to drop to the ground, taking on a rather casual pose as he puts his hands behind his head and leans against the far wall from the entrance. "It's quite the spectacle, seeing thieves, mercenaries, assassins, and the like fighting in an relatively orderly fashion."

As the battle between fire and adventurers rages on in the background, though, a chill suddenly slices through the casual attitude Wraith has been holding. 'He's not too bad at reading people,' he thinks with a serious expression coming upon his face for the first time that day, although Raven would be hard-pressed to notice the change as his masked face is the only part of him that betrays his shift in thoughts. '". . . you still have a master, even though you lost your fight . . . Until one fateful day that someone offered you such power if you would serve them as the new Wraith . . ." That's certainly the gist of it all . . .'

"Yes, I lost the fight," he finally replies after seconds of long silence, "and Yuenbri shall pay for that mistake of his. You have a keen mind, Raven . . . yes, my power did come from the man I work for these days - he couldn't use it himself, and I could, so he was happy to let me take it up. And in gratitude I work for him alone, killing whoever he wishes for me to kill and all that pizazz. As for taking up Wraith's mantle . . . it's quite . . . nice." He struggles mentally to say such a thing, considering how much he truly despises Yuenbri - but he's under orders not to reveal Yuenbri as being Wraith for some reason. Sounding spiteful might cause Raven to ask questions things that should not. "The true Wraith was well respected in the Underworld; donning his title and appearance transfers that respect to me, and there are very few drawbacks to such an arrangement."

"And I don't care if you fear me, Raven. You're obviously intelligent; all I expect is for you to recognize my power and realize that you're better off avoiding an encounter with it." His gaze shifts past the Thief. "Witness one who has not yet recognized such a thing."

Pyralin's sudden appearance in the room could have caught Wraith offguard and greatly aided Raven in his fight - if, of course, the two of them had been fighting. As they were merely chatting away the night, Wraith spots him easily. Plus, since his defenses are already mounted in order to keep Raven at bay, there is no need for the Assassin to so much as blink an eye in the Ranger's direction.

As Pyre dodges to the side to take on a flanking position, oblivious to the calm discussion that he has so rudely interrupted, the small ring that surrounds Wraith lights up again. Before any kind of reaction could be prepared, flames soar upward, somewhat like that fiery shield that Raven had witnessed upon first entering the room. But this time, rather than making a dome that surrounds Wraith, only a single section of the ring's fire leaps up. Furthermore, rather than protecting their conjurer, these shoot forward at the Ranger. Taking on the form of a giant, four-fingered hand, the fire shoots out and grabs Pyre, engulfing his chest and stomach entirely, then continues onward and smashes him into one of the walls, holding him there as he hangs roughly three feet above the ground. Surprisingly, however, the fire doesn't feel hot to Pyre, nor does it burn a hair on his head.

Finally, Wraith shifts the direction his mask is facing up to where Pyre hangs. "Oh, hello there Pyralin. Would you care to join our little chat? It's been quite fascinating thus far, and I think you might learn a thing or two from it."

~The first thing that Pyre registered was fire. Then pain. As the blaze engulfed him, he thought that this was the end. It was over. But the pain wasn't the burning kind. It was more of the getting slammed into a wall kind.

The hylian's breath was knocked out of him, and he could barely move, let alone struggle against the hand keeping him captive. He looked up a Wraith, half in alarm, and half in surprise. The ranger had been oblivious to what was going on when he entered the room, and had payed for it. The strange thing was, he wasn't dead. Though he wasn't all the way certain, this man did not strike him as a merciful person.

Pyralin didn't think about that though. Instead he did the things that were allowed him: wait and listen.

'Oh, hello there Pyralin. Would you care to join our little chat? It's been quite fascinating thus far, and I think you might learn a thing or two from it.' The hylian stared at Wraith for a moment, and then sent a glance of askance flying Raven's way. He didn't know what was going on, or who was in control of the situation, but decided to let a more capable person handle. By capable, he meant not pinned against a wall by a large hand of flame.

Pyre nearly opened his mouth to make a sarcastic reply, but thought better of it. Even in a situation such as this, he would mock his opponent, but he found he couldn't. Not because he was paralyzed by fear, but because he was lost for words.

The ranger slumped in his bonds and looked the assasin in the eye, waiting to see what the unpredicatable killer would do next.~

Again, time and events seemed to just skip by. Perhaps because the youth was phased from how the assassin thwarted his attack, perhaps because he was starting to comprehend the veritable consequences of his actions. Tayro suddenly came to realize the truth: this battle was way out of his league. For all he knew, way out of everyone's league. The shock was overwhelming. Sure, he wasn't an accomplished mage per say, still being an apprentice, but countering Water - Fire's elemental weakness - so easily like that was something he was not expecting. This only came to show him he had to train harder. A lot harder. However, when he came out of his coma-like state, he noticed a lot had already happened. Conversations, - which only now poured into his mind as a flashback - an almost season-change - with the intense heat and sudden cold that comes afterwards - battles, teleports, mind-reading... a lot he had missed.

However, he wasn't going to let anything else be missed. His actions were now required, and he was on to prove his worth - something he seemed to have been avoiding during the whole fight. Witnessing the fiery creatures, the assassin's creations, sprawling about, creature completely devoid of emotion, life, or anything natural, he immediately conjured a plan. However, Alpha seemed to be administering it before he could. Pity he didn't have the necessary skills to control the Elemental Explosion's element due to his lack of energy (OOC: Seeing I noticed I did so before, even with Tayro not knowing how to do it ^^), he had to use the next good thing. Nodding to his fairy companion, who understood the teenager's intentions, the boy once again drew forth his staff. First, he started concentrating, light wind encircling him and a particular symbol lighting up on his back, with a bright blue color. Then, a circular form is drawn as Tayro spins his staff clockwise. Upon stopping, the circle moves slightly forward, before staying in place. Then, pointing his trusty Deku weaponry forward, he proceeds in drawing a perfect five-pointed star, placing his staff in the center when finished. "Elemental Burst!" - he chants, before pushing his staff slightly backwards, - the winds getting swifter - then thrusting it against the glyph. Immediately, it contorts and creates a sphere, blue in colour, speeding towards the creature with the highest health value. "Water!" - he finishes, the magical spell continuing onwards.

OOC: Whew! It has been a while!