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The signature roar of Caine, identifying the rage consuming him, could be heard through the camp. So much for a stealthy approach, but that all went to hell when the people he slayed decided to get back on their feet and attack him again. He had no idea where Ferka had went, perhaps she was close by, perhaps she was on the other side of the camp. Either way, his guide had disappeared and that left him with the surrounding undead... Just the odds he liked. He hunkered down and held his blades to the sides of him. As the first undead made it's way to him, he aggressively surged forward, punching at the undead with his saber's handguard. Nothing. It only slowed the creature down and pushed him back. Caine tried to cut it with his katana, a gash opening up across it's belly. Useless. It's entrails spilled out the ground, yet it still walked. It was upon Caine, gnawing at his shoulder. He could feel the armor rend before the creature. He did all he could to throw the creature off into the mud, where it laid for a moment. Caine capitalized on the hesitation and brought a heavy boot down into the creatures skull, ending it's life once more.

Looks like crushing the head did as good as a job as anything, and Caine set about looking around for something to use as a blunt instrument He needed to hurry, as other undead was on their way. Ah-ha! Caine saw a mace laying in the mud a distance away. A child must have dropped. But he needed to get through a line of undead. He rushed into the line, slashing at their legs cutting them down to stumps, and he made his way to his prize. He replaced his katana on his back and retrieved the mace, using it in his right hand, saber still at his left. He turned around in time to see an undead reach out for him. His snack was cut short as the mace whipped back and caved the monster's head in with a satisfying crushing sound. The beast fell limply to the ground. Caine snarled wickedly. Now he was getting somewhere.

He began to make his way to the brilliantly shining light in the camp, no doubt thanks to their resident Lamian cleric. Caine bashed in another skull to his side, while cutting the legs out from another beast and stopping it's head in. It was slow work, but he managed to get close enough to Sarish in time to hear the cleric's call: "Legionnaires! Do not be caught off guard! The greatest advantage of the undead is their numbers! We must stay close and vigilant!" Caine felt the obligation to add something in his rage fueled fervor... "Bash their damned heads in! Crush them! Make 'em regret not stayin' dead!" The light was merely cover, and allowed Caine a breather before he became overwhelmed like his buddy Kisikoni. Poor fellow, he always did seem to have shit luck. Caine didn't see the Deep Human's momentary embodiment of fear, as in the the distance he saw a rather large erupt from a mass of undead, throwing the mindless creatures everywhere.

"... Shit- That's my big boy," Caine said, lips curling into a wicked smile. The figure became clearer and clearer as it neared Caine. It stepped into the Human's full view... A minotaur. Large, horned minotaur waving a warhammer around like a twig. Caine wanted the large beast and he called it. There weren't many Minotaurs still alive, and even more rare for them to be seen in the Cult... Jackpot, more or less. The Minotaur stomped it's hooves into the soft ground and seemed to urge Caine on. The Human more than happily obliged, leaving the cover of Sarish's light and walking towards the beast intimidated. He even did one of his taunting blade spins on the way to the beast, albeit cut short due to an undead getting a face-full of mace. He was face-to-face with the creature, both snarling at each other. It was hard enough figuring out which one was sane and which one was a beast. Caine lowered in a stance but was interupted by the Minotaur child's fire ball. Caine jumped out of the way and into the soft dirt as the fireball sailed past him, the heat almost unbearable... The cheating bastard.

Caine was up in a minute, lucky enough as the minotaur crashed it's mighty warhammer down. Caine scrambled out of the way of the slow arc, causing the hammer to dig into the soft ground with a squelch. Caine seized the opportunity, and stomped on the head of the hammer and bashing the minotaur in the face with the mace in a single motion. The beast grabbed it's face as it took a couple of steps back leaving the hammer sticking out of the ground. Caine laughed cruelly, which was perhaps not the smartest thing, laughing at a minotaur's pain, but who accused Caine of being smart? The minotaur tore it's hands away from it's face, revealing a broken and bloody nose, and a pissed off glare. "Well... Shit.." Caine muttered as the beast lowered it's horns to charge Caine.

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Where in the hells did they come from?! Lily looked over to her right, and three new attackers had began their assault. From her position, she could she Qinn trading fire with the Thane, Sid- or what looked like to be Sid in Orc form, Beezles encased in black armor, and Faera, standing on the ground. "Well this is just dandy! The plan's shot all to hell!" She said to herself, refocusing her fire to one of the new hostiles, the one tussling with Qinn. A burst of fire incinerated her arrow before it even managed to find it's mark. "Damn," The normally sweet elf allowed herself a curse.

She also witnessed the hostile Sid was fighting with merely knock her bolts out of the air... What was her arrows going to do that the smaller and quicker bolts weren't? Nothing, that's what. Either way, she pulled back from her tree, and shot an arrow at the enemy, merely to be doing something useful. She was extra careful that the arrow wouldn't sail near or into Sid as she made her way... She needed to do something... But what? She was a mere huntress, she didn't fight toe-to-toe with her prey! She hunted, she stalked, and she killed with no mercy. This isn't stalking!

"What in the good heavens above... Faera?" She asked as she saw the dark elf dancing with the movements of the fight from above and lashing out with her whips. Ah well, she had the right idea, at least she was trying to do something, better than Lily could say. In response, she found a tree close by the engagement, clambered up it with elven dexterity, and sat perched in her sniping hole. From this height she could see Faera below trying her best, and Qinn above trying not to die. She glanced back over to Sid and Beezles... She hoped they would be fine on their own, for she felt that the Thane needed be taken care of first. Hell, perhaps this forsaken weather will alleviate if she is.

From her post she nocked an arrow from her quiver and drew back as far as her bow could without snapping. She trained her hunter's eye on the flying Thane and let her arrow sing towards her intended target. As she did, she called below, "Faera! Left! To the Left!" she said, hoping to give the Dark Elf direction instead of her just listening to the wing beats or smelling the Thane or whatever it is she does. She didn't know, she wasn't blind. What good was a blind huntress anyway?

After her bow slung the arrow, it wasn't long before another was nocked and was fired in like fashion. She kept up her one-elf barrage of arrows, taking her time and aiming for the Thane and away from Qinn... She didn't want to explain the friendly-fire. As she fired, Lily continued to try and give direction to Faera below.