New enemies

JP with Omni and Winteroak

Ozainae war camp

Ba'hela stepped back in shock and surprise more than anger. The blade of the interloper had come close to cleaving her from shoulder to hip If not for the timely intervention of one of the sisters from the Brotherhood.

She had no time to think who dared interrupt her ritual and confront their group. A man and a woman dressed in robes has suddenly came out of the shadows to kill them.

This was not part of the deal she had made with the Brotherhood, they had promised her safety while she worked her magik to bring forth the unbound Skara. Free from the influence of the mind-hive and connected to a human by blood magik.

She took her hand to her mouth and sucked in a huge gulp of blood, mixing it with her saliva. She let it swirl in her mouth and she whispered a different incantation. Turning on her attacker she spat in the direction of the woman's face.

Her bloody phlegm suddenly came apart into three finger long needle like shapes that would burn like acid upon contact.

Her attacker recoiled his surprise but not as much as Ba'hela seeing her attack dissipate was soon as it touched the woman's skin turn back into mere spit.

Only then were her eyes drawn to the woman's sword and the void it occupied in reality.

Voah shook off the witch's spittle and saw her target stumble backward awkwardly. Striding forth, Voah's path was hindered by two other dark robes who stepped in the way. Annoyed, she kicked up one of the eggs and sliced through it, settling her blade into a defensive position.

Alcuin faced off two dark robes of his own while a third held his face and tried to wipe the blood from his eyes. Voah was surprised to see that Alcuin had some decent skill with a sword, because he was doing a fair job of holding off their simultaneous attacks. There was more to the man than some old prospector after all and he seemed to be enjoying himself, but he wouldn't last much longer if that third one got to him. Voah couldn't linger on the thought as her two opponents drew closer, pushing her back with clanging and grinding blow after blow. She defended against the strikes well enough, much better than she had against the "hound". She stepped slightly backwards toward the center of the circle with each parry.

Alcuin performed a squat, more quick and agile than one might imagine he was capable of, avoiding a strike from the female dark robe who thought she had a killing blow. He saw his opening and plunged his sword right through her stomach between the ribs, knocking her down with his shoulder and pulling the blade back out to meet another. The man with the wounded face was now stepping into the fray against him.

Seeing how her magik had failed against the woman, Ba'hela didn't bother trying to use it against the man, instead, she crouched down beside the fallen woman with the gash in her collarbone. Ba'hela reached into her robes and pulled out a small clay vial from which she emptied a thick, dark, oily paste into her bloody palm. She then spat into her hands and smeared it over the gaping wound whispering incantations. The wounded woman began to shudder, then convulse and the wound seemed to heal. Then her eyes flicked open with rejuvenation, but seemed to be clouded over...