Thaleron edges into his consciousness. *I invoke the circle!* To Althea he directs *What is it you do?* Upon the ground a large ring of blue flames appears between the two groups. A voice echoes around them "Choose your second"
(About 40ft diameter)
Moving the mare up level to Cyrus, Althea drops from the saddle to the floor, landing squarley on her feet. *You bound him Thal, now your choice will help me....*
*The horses cannot go in.....once inside... the circle will seal....none other than the four inside can see.....only those with a dragon can fight within the circle......*
Looking at Cyrus, a wry smile on her lips, her eyes sparkling..."We both have a dragon...."
Dropping down from the stallion Cyrus ushers it too (and the Hounds who are not happy leaving) just outside the circle, he takes off his robe and sidesatchel, hanging them both upon the saddle. Stepping back up to Altheas side he grins at her *ata girl* and winks...
Molluch remains hooded. Holding his hand up a heavy built partially humanoid steps up beside him. Both heavily armed. Both step within the flames.
Dropping her bow and quiver to the ground...
*Ready?*
Cyrus, likewise drops his bow and quiver to the ground, but snaps the head off a crystal tipped arrow and tucks in behind his belt before stepping into the circle of flames, rotating his neck, shoulders and back to warm up and stretch a little.....
*and waiting*
As the four step within the circle flames leap from the ground upwards. Blue and orange flames sour upwards meeting in a dome above the four. As the flames collide above them two dragons roars reverberate around the circle. The dragons circle is invoked.
Wasting no time Molluch draws two long elegant fighting knifes and lunges towards Cyrus bringing the knifes down in a smooth arc.
Cyrus`s attempts to lean away from the blows, allowing molluch to pass him by. Then drawing his sword in one flowing movement attempts a slice to Molluch back....
Althea sprints towards Molluchs *second* unsheathing her fey sword and slicing it through the air aiming for his throat...
As Cyrus attempts to avoid the blades one slices down his left arm.
Molluch dodges past him but not before the sword slices across his back. Molluch howls then spins on the spot dropping to a low fighting stance.
Altheas sword slice through the neck of the unprepared second, with no dragon he was unable to defend himself.