Caedmon Carpathia.
The witch blinked. He had no idea what was going on as screams of men sounded loudly. He had been gathering the materials and ingredients for a potion of health, Soon enough, Caedmon had encountered three heavily built men, who where going to kill him. The blonde adolescent cocked his head to the side, smiling lightly: "Excuse me, but would you kindly be of service and get out of the way? Someone really needs this concoction of health." Caedom asked, getting agitated.
The men tried to attack him, however Caedmon had created three large spikes that pierced them. "Serves you right for getting in my way..." He sniggered, dissembling the spikes so that the men fell to the floor, pools of blood forming around them. A purring came from the shadows as Pheonix, the white cat, stepped out with a bundle roses within its mouth. The witch knelt down taking the roses from its mouth. Pheinix motioned to the dead men. "Are they dead? Oh no... I went to far again...." He spoke, rubbing the back of his head. Caedmon had knelt down, turning the men over; placing a rose with each out of small respect.
The pink eyed boy sighed, "Well, what do I need now... Purified water? No, that's not it... Oh well, I'll remember it soon." His cat jumped on his shoulder as he fixed the positioning of his hat. "Pheonix, why do men fight? It's pointless really...Other than death, what do they achieve?" Caedmon asked. The cat shrugged and settled in his shoulder. He fixed his waist coat and continued to skip. The fifteen year old yawned softly.
Caedmon sighed, using transmutation to create a small wall around him as he walked. Better safe than sorry. Anyway, he needed to get the ingredients to a water source, he could create around fifty potions of health and wigh the remains, some poison. He was unconsciously miving closer and closer to the main battlefield.