Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Śkÿfàłł Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ /|/ crim \|\

[Light]

They flap their wings a bit and land on his arms without hesitation, one of them lightly pecking at the side of his head in greeting.

[CrimsonMoon]

Alistair smiles slightly and nudges it back with his nose

Fae blinks at the hawks," How many strong?" She asks gently, ignoring the biting cold," How many magic users?"

[Light]

One of the Hawks squawks a bit telling Alistair about three-hundred. Another waves its wings saying 'one magic user.' The one closet to him looks back over its shoulder a moment before back at him, 'they keep that one near the center, heavily guarded. dangerous.' The last one tilts its had in agreement and folds its wings neatly.

[CrimsonMoon]

Alistair relays this information to Fae and she folds her hands neatly on her lap," Ali, can you keep a shield around the fort and go out there and take out the Magic User?"

Alistair pauses, tilting his head and closing his eyes," Even when i use my full power, i do not tire... Perhaps,"

Fae gazes at the flames beneath them," The snow will slow them, make the rocks slick and icey," her gaze sweeps the jagged slope," We have about two hours, we prepare for battle now, you and i will move out to take down the magic user,"

[Light]

One by one the hawks fly off his arm and swoop downwards to the front of the fort perching on one of the many pillars that line it's front entrance.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae glances back at Alistair and nods slightly

Alistair merely shrugs and presses his hands against the slippery stone, pulses of black magic shivering through the stone

[Light]

The army hastens its pace a bit and the flames that were there go out one by one as they let the darkness surround them.

[CrimsonMoon]

Alistair stands once more and takes Fae's arm," Stealth?"

Fae shakes her head and grins," No, chaos,"

He laughs and black wings rip from his back, he leaps off the roof

[Light]

The army pushed forward up the slope, silent and calm in their march. One torch near the center stayed lit and illuminated the small area that it could in the falling snow.

[CrimsonMoon]

There was an explosion of feathers and the sigle torch is blown out, insane laughter rising from the middle of the march. Suddenly ranks of men are torn apart in te darkness, never even having the chance to scream.

Fae ducks beneath Alistair, cover her head though searching the darkness for the magic user, where was the sneaky little b*stard..?

[Light]

A white haired woman stood nearby behind a small line of soldiers, a pale white knife in her hands. She blinks her dark red eyes a few times before lowing the knife, and stabbing herself in the stomach. Dark red liquid pours out and slowly starts to expand and bubble forming a gooey flesh like monster that consumes her body, and the bodies of the soldiers near her to grow larger and larger.

[CrimsonMoon]

Alistair was too occupied ripping the soldiers apart

Fae stares at the beast and smiles slightly, awsome sauce. She drew her sword and leaped at the creature

[Light]

The flesh doesn't make any move against her as it continues to expand like a water balloon, but once it was large enough a tendril shoots out at her to knock her away from the flesh that surged forward. The few things that were alive or dead in the area were taken in stripping the land bare.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae forces herself not to scream in fury, leapig back to her feet and slashing her saber across the bulbous flesh. Was it blind?...

[Light]

It shakes loudly for a moment once it runs out of things to absorb in the immediate area. Several more tendrils shoot out and it starts to multiply in other areas around the army, the living soldiers letting it consume them without a complaint.

[CrimsonMoon]

Alistair pauses and turns, roaring," MOVE FOX!" He raises his hands toward the beast where Fae was

Her eyes widen and she drops to the ground, coverig her head

A black ball of energy surges inches from her head and dives into the woud she had created

[Light]

The flesh bubbles and explodes in a acidic rain of blood, the other mounds of flesh that had spread moving together and head towards them in a slow pace.

[CrimsonMoon]

Alistair staggers back but grins and laughs, raising his face to the sky and laughing as if this was the most hilarious thing he had ever said

Faerydae scrambles to her feet an shields her face from the raining gore,

[Light]

Medium sized forms separate from the new mass and form dog-like bodies that run in his direction. They didn't have eyes nor mouths, but what would come from inside them is what would be deadly.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae screams," ALISTAIR!" Running after the dogs

He glances down and grins, his face splattered with new blood. He faces his palms upward, two huge greatswords appearing in his hands