Snippet #1856814

Rashad wrinkled his nose when he watched the man pull until Keizer's arm grotesquely came off from his own body. It was a surprise to him that Sarka had not come out to stop Cain, or offer her natural healing abilities to bring a little less pain to the man she was clinging onto the past couple of days. He listened to Cain as he explained the situation. A dying breed of solider? It was as if Keizer was made and not born, at least the way Cain put everything. "Is there a way to change that?" he asked, taking on a question the little fae would have probably come up with. "I mean, if he is going to help us take down Elyshia, it would be a shame to see him dying through the whole process."

Hearing in he distance what sounded like flesh tearing and bones breaking, Anya took a step toward Sarka. But when she did a root for a near by tree snapped up, causing the larger woman to stumble. It was a odd sight to see the root wrap around Sarka protectively. "What happened back there, you are actually completely different, Sarka." She demanded, not happy with the way she was treated by the fae.

Midnight-blue eyes turned toward Anya, and Sarka took in a soft breath before speaking. "I suggest you step back, elf. Mind yourself, because in the end you are nothing more than a pumped up human who thinks she can fight. And I won't hesitate for a moment to remove you from this group. Now... go." Her eyes narrowed, a small grin appearing on her face as she finished.