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*Both hope and dispair. Your survival*

*Well my survival we can agree on although why you want it intrigues me! Now what are you, what are you doing in there and what do you want?*

Cyrus tries hard not to look at Althea while this conversation ensues, but does steal the occasional glance to see if she is even aware it is occuring. Other than that his senses remain alert to any danger, although the etherial pickets put out should preclude any surprises....

*Your survival denotes hers. The sum of you both.*
From the right flanks erupts a terrific noise, wood splintering, animals screaming in terror and pain A ball of light powers from the tree line towards the trio. Its course apparently directed. Locked onto its target it sours forwards smashing into Althea and the mare throwing both sideways onto the ground. As she falls her head strikes a rock, Cyrus feels her thoughts vanish. The mare falling with her lands heavily on her and a crunching is heard as bones give way under the weight of the steed.

Caught off guard and torn asunder between wreeking bloody vengeance or attending Althea Cyrus cries out to the army pointing off sergeants and thier squads.

*You, you, you and you take your units, bring me back at least one alive*

"Theo now is your time to hunt....GO!"

Mind racing even as he spoke, he vaults from the saddle forgetting his wounded knee and almost tumbilng to the floor in his haste. Grunting with pain he moves to the mare and tries to find Althea under it. Ushering the mare up and away if it is safe to do so......

{plot what does he see? what are the extent of her injuries?}

*Im scared*

The mare staggers to her feet remaining close by. The troops directed materialise and vanish into the tree line weapons drawn, blood lust in their eyes. As they do a second bolt powers through the air slamming trees and troops in its path. Althea lies unconscious blood seeping from a split on her head where it struck the rock. Her left ankle is obviously twisted in an un-natural position. Her breathing shallow and rapid where ribs have been broken and punctured a lung.
(Althea -1 head, -1 torso, -1 leg)

*Scared? no unless you mean us harm or ill will you need not be afraid*

Cyrus hands move fast and brutally while Althea still lays unconcious, turning her on her side he plucks the two ribs through the skin pulling them out back to their natural position before incanting the healing words to repair the damage to her internals. Her ankle he wrenches back round till it matches the correct alignment of her right one and then heals the damage to bone, and sinew there also. Finally he tends to the gash in her head, rapidly channelling more magical energies to knit the sound closed. Finished, he checks her vitals once more satisfied she will live he gently puts her down to rest.

*General, Materialise the army! - guard her!*

Vaulting back into the saddle and drawing his sword, Cyrus charges in to join the fray calling his hounds with him
"SHAKIRI! PARAST! MAARD DE BAEFCOUF!"

*I feel cold* the thought comes before he heals Althea. As he channels his magic into her he is aware of Thaleron helping him. As he draws his sword another thought enters his mind *Better* As he enters the trees the army materialise around Althea standing guard around her prone form as she slowly begins to regain consciousness. The stallion smashing through undergrowth and trees he sees the units he sent ahead in combat with two large groups. Battle mages are surrounded by armed troops. Magic flys through the air knocking troops down before them. The impact of metal on metal rings through the air. Dead and dying already litter the floor. Two forms spring from bushes close by Cyrus swords flashing in their hands as they descend on him. One sword aiming for the horses throat the other for Cyrus’s left leg. A small group break free from one of the main ones heading towards the glade, moving swiftly and quietly through the trees, unnoticed by the troops. As they reach the treeline and see those that remain the mage amongst them smiles, incants some magic and the air around them shimmers the group vanish from sight.

Warning the steed of the impending blow and encouraging him to raise and flail his hooves at the would be attacker, Cyrus brings his own sword down to smash into the other attacker head, accounting for the movements the horse would be making.

Noticing the other group vanishing from sight, Cyrus sends the hounds after them, confident that they will be able to track them if the intend advancing on Althea and the others.

*Althea WAKE UP! its time to kill!*

Her head thumping, her senses reeling Althea listens to the sounds around her before opening her eyes.....”What the....?”

Sitting shakily her body complaining over the new healing she looks around her.....shaking her head to clear it...........

Realising rapidly that the army are here she scans quickly for Cyrus and Theo....

Panic rising in her rapidly as she see’s neither.......

*Cy?!* Scrambling to her feet she grabs the nearby mare for stability as the world spins around her and aches spread out from her ankle and ribs.....

Relief flooding her she responds to him...as she unsheathes the fae sword.....*Cy? What the b****y hell?....Where are you!*.............