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Lily looked to Talae and the gifts she had given her. With a nod, she slipped the items in a pouch in her quiver, followed the the arrows themselves. The arrows felt... Heavy. Off center. But she would make do with them and be no less accurate, if uncomfortable. Then Faera appeared seeming.. Battle worn. She was bloodied and Lily felt a pang of pity. She was unaware she had ran a hand through the dark elf's hair, muttering something about the loss of innocence. It sounded like Faera was gonna drag Talae into battle, which was nessecary. She was more use in the battle than watching over Koni. She felt guilty that she had thought it, but it was the truth.

"Clan-sisters," She said, unaware she had used an elven honorific for family, "I wish you well during the hunt and always remember. We are the hunters, they are the prey." She said solemnly as they left. Before taking her leave, she looked back to Pel and Koni, then she glanced at her Golem. She wasn't going to use him during the next assualt... "Pel, Koni," She said, unsure if Kisikoni could hear her, "Take my Golem. He'll assist you in whatever you need. Protection, whatever. Good luck in the hunt, little-sister and deep-brother" She said, and she was off.

She descended the wall with agility and grace usually gifted to acrobats. She hit the ground running, but instead of rushing head long into the conflict like many others of the legion, she ducked into the nearest house, thick bow in her off hand and elven dagger in at the ready. She ascended the stairs and rushed down the hall. At the last room she ducked in and made for the window. As she kicked the panes open, she saw in her peripheral vision a huddled mass. Her eyes brought to her the sight of two children and a woman protecting them. Lily suddenly felt guilt and sadness rush over her. She shook her head and was out of the window and climbed to roof.

She sheathed her dagger and brushed a tear from her eye. How many fathers have they killed? Brothers, sisters, mothers? Those damned Children! Those forsaken dragons! They did this! Lily's mind fumed at her enemies as she ran the length of the building before hopping an alley to another roof. She was quick and light-footed like a cat. Before long she came upon a vantage point that gave her view of the battle. A funnel of flame directed the combat, no doubt thanks to Clan-Sister Faera. She knelt and began to nock her poisoned arrows. She let them loose at a slow rate, making every shot count. What didn't kill out right poisoned and paralyzed. She even managed to save a legionnaire or two from a Child looking to stick a dagger in their ribs from behind.

Then, she felt the wind shift. Ordinarily, she would have paid no mind other than adjusting her targets for arrows. But something Talae had said earlier had stuck in her mind... She retrieved a wicked sphere from her quiver, and the words returned to her. "This is a smoke bomb," she said of the first, "light it and it will give you or someone else cover and obscure vision." The wind would carry the smoke into the faces of the Children. Just like how they used to start brush fires in the forests in order to make their prey move how they wanted it to move. However... These people had families. No, no that would do no good. It's either their families, or hers. She would not lose her family again.

She tied the smoke bomb onto an arrow and lit the fuse. She drew the arrow back and let the fuse burn before letting the arrow fly. She picked her spot perfectly, giving enough room so that the Legion had a killing field, but covering the optimum amount space to blind their enemies. As soon as the arrow buried itself into the ground, it popped, giving the desired smoke screen. All there was to do now was to wait and pick them off. Elven sniper waited, patience honed from years of hunting.

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Caine let slip a rather rough grunt as he helped Mikana turn the sectioned wheel. With both of them at the helm, the gate rose quickly and before long the wheel would not turn any more. He nodded as he stepped back, and took up his swords again. "Come. Let's see if any of our friends need our help." Friends? Yes, Caine supposed they were friends. When had that happened he wondered? During one of the countless battles no doubt. He would trust his back with any one of the Blackguard. Mikana, Kisikoni, Lily, Talae, and even the assassin's blind sister. And he would do his damnedest to protect them.

His feet had carried him out of the door, no doubt Mikana on his heels. Their objective was done, now the only thing left was to get out there and raise hell. As he made his way across the wall to find somewhere to descend in the streets, he caught a glance of Kisikoni, who looked like hell, Pel trying her best to help the Deep Human, and Lily's Golem. Looks like he was going to have to kill double now, to make up for Kisikoni.

He waved in their direction, and glanced at Mikana, wondering if she was going to do something. Without giving time to she was she actually did, he rapelled down the wall and took to the nearest street. Turning the corner, he came face to face to a human child. Ah, another human... Too damn bad he was on the opposite side. Before the poor guy had a chance to raise his axe, Caine had already cut his arm off and plunged his black blade hilt deep into his chest. Caine's face was close enough to whisper into the kindred human's ear, "Forgive me brother... Perhaps in another time," he whispered so that no one else could hear. Then the human was dead.

Caine was mad now. He had to kill one of his own species. Damn dragons warping and twisting loyalties. He would live to see every last one of them dead. He fumed until he came upon a familiar sight. Talae fighting with Faera weaving spells. He cut down another enemy, slashing an X into the trunk of the foe, before he found himself next to his old partner Talae. Without tearing his eyes from the battle ahead, he asked, "You think they have enough soldiers for the both of us?" He asked, madness playing in his tone. Soon, an arrow planted in front of his, which drew his attention to the roof it had came from. An elven archer. Wait, no ordinary archer, Lily. She had a determined plastered on her face.

Then the arrow popped and smoke poured from it, He glanced at Talae again, "What trickery is this?" He asked. Before she could answer he added," Doesn't matter. If it makes things easier, shoot a thousand of them." He said, and waited for a soldier to stumble out of the smoke.