((OOC: Blah…it’s very difficult for me to design a fight that’s any challenge at all…..but here goes.))



The night has gotten much darker now, but a faint foggy glow comes up from the path that they fight on and around…



Tamrissa reels from the sudden use of her body to inflict death and damage on their foes. Her eyes fade to a dull green as she looks at Fei’s outstretched hand and his blurring figure. She hesitates out of concern for the other three.

Go! All of you! You cannot be within range of my next attack or you will fall under the same spell as them! Willem’s voice once again invades the four minds of his companions.

Giving one last glance over her shoulder, she lays her hand in Fei’s and begins running…

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The woman had hesitated, which brought a slight brightness to Willem’s dark situation. He gave an encouraged yell as he shook off a goblin and slashed it down to the ground.

“Hurrrrrrrrrrrrg!!!” the ground shook and the goblins froze instantly at the bellowing sound.

“Kemen’s tits,” Willem cursed in annoyance and used the opportunity to strike down five of the nasties.

Some began fighting him again, while other scrambled around in panic. The heavy footfalls of the giant being, still announcing his namesake over the entire area, rattled his teeth as he kicked a Waara Creature back. Five arrows flew past his head, stirring his still drying hair around his face. He used a rough elbow to a goblins head to look over his shoulder where these new archers hailed from.

“Yallume! Edhelrim! Elves!” he yelled over another loud bellow from the giant headed their way.

His fighting vigor renewed, he struck down two of the yelping, hollering creatures with firm twists of his rapier. In front of him, five goblins spun around with engulfing green flame bursting from arrows stuck in their flesh, sloughing flesh from bone and catching on whatever living being they happened to brush against. However, the flame did not catch on any plant-life…a design only elves could have decided…

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Narion watched the sidhe lord fight, calling out to the elves over Hurg’s mighty roars. It was a sight and sound that could hearten any man. The Bloody One and the Half-Sidhe had begun to run at the sidhe’s request, goblins and Waara following them closely. Five more of his arrows went to the good of taking out those giving chase.

“Narion!” Galildor’s voice came from behind him.

“Took you long enough,” he let go another arrow as he smirked shakily and glanced over his shoulder. “Hurg arrives soon.”

“Aye, I hear ‘im. We’ll want to be getting them far and away from him before Mahkah arrives.”

Narion gave a grimace as he found two more targets. Nothing would be spared but the trees once Mahkah attacked.

“There, Elise! Follow the runners! Keep those bastards off their tails!” Galildor pointed and waved Elise PineHaven from her post to follow him towards the vampire and the woman running.

Elise’s figure began to blur as she struck out after his brother, both using their most valuable attribute to its fullest. Speed was essential in saving one’s life in this forest, but now they used it to save others. Hopefully they would have enough strength left to save themselves if it came to it.
A snapping growl turned Narion’s eyes suddenly to the ground beside him. The frog-eyed little Waara leaped at him as he had expected and he ducked to let it pass over him. Before the tiny predator could land, an arrow hit it full force in its back and thunked it gruesomely into a tree.
His eyes turned back to his true targets and found a mob of them heading his way. Before he knew it, a few of the more skilled swordsman of his race had joined him to help him fight them off…

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((OOC: I am going to assume that Matthias and Damien would either be running at this point or at least moving away from Willem after his warning. If not, then it may require some rescue and healing for them. ))

It was time. Willem threw off his last opponent and then sheathed his rapier briskly, palms coming up to clasp at the center of his forehead. Golden eyes were closed, but light illuminated his eyelids past a mere red glow. A feeling of raw emotion swept over the battle scene, an unbearable pain clenching at the minds of those around him.
The goblins, Waaras and their creatures fell to the ground, writhing and contorting their ugly forms, with twisted hands digging at the skin of their heads. Some drew bloody lines down their face with dirty claws, while others found trees and rocks to beat their skulls against in a horrifying effort to stop the pain.
Those closest to him were even more unlucky. Their backs bowed with the pressure on their little brains, the spine so bent as to snap and terminate its owner’s life. If they did not kill themselves, the goblins were quickly taken by the arrows of the elves. Green fires lit the ground all around Willem, turning his features a sickly olive.

“Enough, my lord! The giant is unaffected and your companions are safely away!” a voice in a dialect of his own tongue called to him through his oblivion.

He felt his hands lower and his power fade with them. When he brought his eyes up, their deep dark pools widened with the sight. It was true, the giant was uneffected by his spell...leading on to the fact that its mind was probably too small to be trifled with.

A giant, or a disfigured version of one, pushed its way through the trees. Skin the color of chick peas, sprouts of black hair pushing out from its head and arms and chin, and eyes that are almost lost in the extra layers of skin on its brow. His pimpled, jiggling belly hung out over his pelvis, making it seem as though the loin cloth present wouldn’t necessarily be needed. Massive arms and legs kicked and slapped away everything in their way.
His massive shoulders easily knocked the trees askew and, the smaller ones, completely over. Out of the four trees that Fei’s throw of sword cut down, he grabbed two and began swinging them wildly, beady eyes on Willem.

“Mahkah!” another elf voice called from a distance, signaling the entrance of the forest's guardian.

The sidhe gave a yell of distaste as the giant opened its mouth in another bellow, rank breath coming down in a hot wind over him. With a flash of his eyes, a spinning star of light appeared between Willem’s eyes. As one of the winging trees came down at him, dirt and leaves raining from it, his body flashed out of existence.
He reappeared near one of the elves still shooting, a patch on the archer’s arm bearing the emblem of an innocent white flower on a field of red. The reaction of the elf wrinkling his nose told Willem the giant’s breath had left its memory on him.

“Yes, well, let’s go get me a bath,” he tried to make a joke out of it as he looked back over his shoulder to where he was.

“Yes, my lord, this way,” the raven-haired youthful took his hand reluctantly from his nose and waved him on to follow.

The two ran after where Tam and Fei had gone…