Atercia

((OOC: i'll post later when i have the time))

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--Lead Me Not Into Temptation For That Would Involve Going Backwards!

--Love Is Patient Love Is Kind Love Means Slowly Lossing Your Mind!

--Fools Aren't Born, Pretty Girls Make Them In Their Spare Time!

Sweet Revenge

Scye Cursed as his men fought. They were at a major disadvantage with the parasites paralyzing thier wings. They had to get something done soon about that.

General Baruou laughed off in the distance. Scye scowled and activated his swords flames and forced an inferno around a small group of enemies incernerating them in the heat. He could smell a hint of burnt sand under the sublime taste of burnt hair and flesh. He smiled as a Fause Horde raptor beast charged them only to slip on glass. His blades flames had turned the sand to glass with its heat.

He scowled as more reinforcments came. It would be the same as always. He looked over at where General Baruou had been standing and confirmed his suspicions. He had ran with most of his men at the site of dificult odds.

"Michael, I said no reinforcements... he always runs." He didn't even turn to look at the Kelrei Dark Claw clan commander. He could hear him just fine crunching in the sand like an oaf.

"And let more men die forget it..."

"more men will die the longer he is alive. He leads the Western front what part of that don't you get?"

Michael didn't reply and Scye gave a sigh before walking off to help bandage the injured.

Scye could feel the plains sun beating down on him. It was odd realy how the sun was different everywhere you went. Even more odd that it seemed hotter in the plains than in the desert.

It didn't take long to bandage the injured and get them back home. they were lucky this time... no one was lost to the tides of war...

Scye smiled as he saw white peak through the tents and domes. He had almost forgotten about Kyle. He had heard rumors that Kyle had apeared yesterday but had yet to verify it until now.

"Kyle! I thought you were off in the wetlands training!" Scye smiled as he walked up patting him on the back.

"Soul searching actualy..." He looked behind Scye. "I see you just got off the battle field. Come get some food you must be starving." Scye was finding it hard to not smile. He had thought he was the last white wing left.

Scye Frowned as a messanger ran through the crowds. He had a fealing he was not going to like this. They always seemed to want him when trouble came up these days...

"Scye we have trouble on the eastern front! In the wastelands on the eastern front!"

"My men are still injured they need rest."

"You are the only ones here..."

"Damn its times like this i realy hate these damn parasites... I mis flying far to much... get those horses we bought..."

Kyle smirked. "Hey your not leaving me behind... I was in the wet lands so i havn't picked up a parasite yet... I can still fly... think of me as your ace in the hole..."

Scye smiled. "We might just get that general this time..."

They were quick to reach the wetlands, but something seemed off. Scye cursed as some of the dead branches of the wastelands' dead forests tore at his wings. He was realy begining to hate having paralyzed wings... the trees were a bitch and the horse saddle was riding up his ass...

Scye raised his hand and mouthed ready without making any noise. His men halted as a loud crashing sound came through the trees. It was headed their way...

They all readied themselves for battle. A smirk rose on Scye's face...

A sigh of relief went through his men as a boar went running pass. Scye scowled at them waving for them to be quiet but it was to late... a noise louder than the first burst through the brush. Scye dismounted and geastured to either side and his men spread out. Whatever was coming was either tuffer than shit and stupid or had no clue they were there... possibly all three.

His men spread out and he conciously wished he had all his men with him... the injured where still back at home.

His blade warmed with the heat of flames but he forced them to stay down. The flames from his blade would give them away if he let them burn right now. He vainly wished he had had Guardian training so he knew how to use the blade fully. Scye geasture at Kyle who took off into the air to get an airial sighting.

Kyle cursed during his landing as Scye's blade threw out a small burts of flames singing his hair. "Sorry still can't control it well.."

"Didn't one of your men go to retrieve the horses earlier..."

Scy cursed and heat engulfed the clearing as Scye's blade went up in a flurry of flames.

"Fause Horde! Everyone scatter!" Scye viceously cut down a foe who approached him and whirled throwing up dirt and flames as more approached. He didn't even bother going to check on the man who had gone for the horses. he already knew the man was dead.

Skye smirked as he blade crushed the skull of a human facing him engulfing the man in flames. He recognized him from earlier. General Baruou's men... we have him this time...

He didn't even bother to think how his foe had reached this location so much quicker than he had. He just killed. There was no time for thought. No time for consideration... only time for battle. He geastured to some of his men to route around the back and shouted for Kyle to take flight. He didn't have time to look after the human they had been talking to he just had to hope the human could look after himself.

This fight was won... it had to be.

Scye was getting inpatient. General Baruou hadn't apeared yet. that was why he was here.

He smirked as he glanced at a human in combat. Shrayed Tribe... it was obious, because they were the only tech tribe that used nanites.

It wasn't much longer before the General apeared smirking but it wasn't Baruou.

"Gesreit! YOU!" Fury filled Scye and flames engulfed the entire clearing. Most of his men escaped unsacathed but a few still got burned none the less. They knew once they heard him yell her name to get out of the way. She was the same general who had destroyed his tribe.

"You have a hell of alot of nerve showing yourself here of all places bitch."

"Oh you are so welcoming Scye Cloudrift. It's good to see you to. perhaps now i can finaly finish my job from way back." She laughed and flicked her hair back as she rushed him her warhammer slaming down to send his blade flying. Scye cursed. He raised his gauntlets to ward the blow knowing his bones would still be shattered, but better his arms than his skull.

Confusion bloomed on Gesreit's face like the crimson spout that bloomed from her chest. her hammer hit the ground as she felt the arrow shaft with shock.

Kyle landed softly behind her grabbing the arrow and twisting.

"That is for our tribe who you slaughtered mercilesly."

She fell to her knees as the light faded from her eyes.

"That was good timing... the parasites are just now starting to take hold of my wings. I doubt i could have kept aloft much longer... we realy need to find a cure fast."

Kyle released the shaft from his grip and Gesreit's face hit the ground sending up a cloud of dust.

"Come on there's still foes left to fight. We'll all have to walk back most likely so you wont have to worry about keeping up with horses on foot afterwards..." Skye walked over to his blade and the flames lept back up as he griped the handle. "May the gods save us all..." He Leapt for one of the enemies slicing him clean through as he rushed on to the next foe with Kyle right behind him.

Next: Finding a Cure

((OOC: ok that was the intro peoples... join in the rp as you will... the next part will be longer to facilitate people in the rp and the storyline's wholesomeness as well ))

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--Lead Me Not Into Temptation For That Would Involve Going Backwards!

--Love Is Patient Love Is Kind Love Means Slowly Lossing Your Mind!

--Fools Aren't Born, Pretty Girls Make Them In Their Spare Time!