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Entalo

Entalo was glad to see that Rue had made it out of the shadow cloud, and after coughing a few more times to clear his lungs, was surprised at her words. Of course he cared. The archer cared about everyone, including shades, no matter how evil they may be. Nevertheless, he said nothing and calmly listened to the exchange.

He was glad that they eventually decided to go to the forest, but once they got to the apparent destination, he glanced at Anton, unnerved. He could tell the larger man felt the same way, and when he turned towards his smaller friend, Entalo's suspicions were confirmed. There was worry on the axe wielder's face; worry that was shared by the archer.

"He is still out there," Entalo whispered to his friend. "He might still be here, and I don't wish to fight him at this moment."

Anton looked at his friend, sorrow overcoming his features as he simply stated, "Then I will." The axe wielder turned to go back the way they came, leaving Entalo standing there in shock.

With the shock clearing, Entalo quickly drew his bow and fired an arrow at the tree immediately to his friend's right, stopping him. The man turned back to look at Entalo, a look of amazement filling his face.

"You better be prepared to actually shoot me, Entalo." The man turned back, continuing on his path and once again leaving Entalo shocked.

Looking at the others, sadness forming on his features, Entalo knew his friend would not be persuaded. He knew there were only two options open to him: stay or go.

"Stubborn fool," the man whispered under his breath, another idea already in motion. "You won't like this, but I can't have you going off and dying." The archer activated his lightning jewel, and, hand closed in a fist pointing at the departing figure, proceeded to shoot lightning down the path, taking the larger man completely by surprise, visibly forcing his muscles to seize up and incapacitating him in an instant without anything save a small cry of surprise.

He looked at the others again, not really meeting any faces or knowing if any were paying attention, but nevertheless mumbled an apology for the scene and started slowly walking down the path. He also restrung his bow in this time, finishing when he was standing over the less than conscious Anton.

Starting to haul the large man back, he realized it would take more time than he wanted, even with his muscles honed from years of drawing the powerful bow. Taking out his jewel from the weapon, he swirled the air underneath Anton and brought him back over to where the others were, dropping him and himself collapsing as well out of sorrow and the massive amount of questions that were shooting through his mind. He had acted like he knew it all, but in reality knew very little, which he would explain to his friend when he awakens.

Drogoth

Drogoth saw the world through a green haze. He was surprised he still had control of himself, and his vision started to clear, seemingly being fed and influenced by his rage as he surveyed the battlefield. The scimitar wielder had seen the massive explosion, but his attention was all on the archer and his friend, and only looked back when the black cloud had appeared.

He turned his attention towards Talazar and Nira, and almost went to help them, but stopped when Talazar engaged the apparently hated enemy. Drogoth remained, for the most part, fixed on that one spot throughout the rest of the battle, merely watching the fight erupting between Talazar and his foe.

His jaw dropped in surprise as Talazar collapsed, and as he acknowledged the defeat of the reaper's enemy, rage built up inside him. Lightning, water, and ice swirled around him, it's movements matching his fury as it whipped around in the air, and Drogoth was about to unleash his full power, but stopped. He saw Nira right where he was aiming, and even though he was absolutely furious, realized he didn't want the powerful woman coming after him.

His energy dropped through an enormous power of will, something he had thought was gone when he went into this mode, but suddenly the water and ice dropped to his feet, the lightning dissipating in the air.

Watching Nira, Drogoth could feel the power being summoned, and summoned an ice plate beneath his feet to raise himself above the ground to better survey the area and also as a safety precaution. He continued watching, fascinated as the black electricity erupted through most of the fighting area, leaving very few in one piece, let alone alive.

Drogoth shook his head in amazement, and forced his energy away, the sudden drain causing him to fall the few feet back to the ground. Rubbing his head, he got up and started heading down towards the Shades, but stopped. He could get to the group before they disappeared, of course, but was still confused at the archer's appearance. If Nira or Talazar asked later, he would simply say he was trying to fulfill his task of finding and capturing the princess.

Turning to go towards the cloud, which he could now see through, he barely glimpsed a movement heading into the trees. Gradually he made his way there, and, standing before the trees, he waited, mentally counting.

Satisfied with the number reached, he silently sped down the trail. He could barely hear his footsteps as he ran, and several times stopped out of paranoia to see if his targets had heard him.

Drogoth was excellent at tracking, and had no trouble at all following them, and once he rounded a corner, he could see one of the figures, the large man with the axe. Startled, he stopped moving, hoping the larger man wouldn't notice him as he was still slightly behind a tree and started to slowly cover himself entirely so that he could barely see the man coming down the trail.

Drawing his lightning dagger, he stopped suddenly as lightning came at the man, dropping him. Further down, the archer came down, and picked up the man with air and took him back to where the others were. There was no doubt whatsoever in Drogoth's mind now. Whatever hope he had had that his theory was incorrect vanished as swiftly as a lightning bolt.

He crept out of any hearing range and started to run out of the forest, back to the Shade's headquarters. The scimitar wielder hoped Talazar and Nira would understand, but almost immediately shook the preposterous thought off. There would be no explaining his true motives, and going through his options, realized his plan of telling them he was simply fulfilling their wishes was probably his best course of action.

He looked back, watching for any movement. Although he had been almost soundless, the presence of his jewels may have alerted the Princess, and he had no wish to fight the woman and her entire group at this time. Drogoth kept running, also hoping his leader was alright. He wished he had a better reason for leaving the gravely injured reaper, but in reality, he didn't. The man just kept running, his past starting to once again flash through his mind.