The stallion rears up bringing his hooves smashing down towards its attacker knocking him sideways. The sword spinning to the floor close by. Cyrus brings his sword down cleaving the skull in half, brain and blood splattering in all direction coating him in a sheen of warm slick brain matter. His attacker dropping to the floor the sword clattering under him. A third attacker springs from the trees close by a battle mage stood behind him begins incanting his hands moving in intricate gestures before him. The fighter leaps towards Cyrus in an attempt to knock him clean from the horse. Suddenly the army around Althea comes under attack as another bolt of light flash before them the group attacking them momenatarily becoming apparent to them before vanishing once more. The hell hounds track the group and howl as they become visible pouncing upon them and vanish from sight as the attacking group vanish. Several troops are flung backwards before the bolt of light as it knocks them to the ground.
*Off in the woods* Cyrus replies hurridly as he flings a dagger at the battle mage, aiming for his chest and accelerating it with a knockback spell, ensuring it strikes true and deep.
*carefull theres a group attacking you, they seem to be able to turn invisible....*
The rest of his message is cut of as he is forced to defend himslef from the headlong attacker, taking the impact and holding firm to the saddle, Cyrus forces his hand onto the mans face and lets the pent up fire of the demon through {burn}......
Her attention caught by the felling of the troops close to her Althea grasps the mares reigns in her free hand and pulls herself into the saddle....drawing a second sword as she finds her seat....scanning for the agressors quickly.......seeing both the attackers and Parast and Shakiri for a few moments before all dissapear she frowns.....
*What the hell are we fighting?*....
*General can you find them using the hounds as reference?*....
As his message ends abruptly she urges the mare towards the woods.....
The dagger flies with the force of the spell behind it embedding itself into the mage’s chest knocking him backwards but not before he finishes his incantation and sends forth a bolt of power from his magic.As his hand finds his attackers face a howl of pain echos through the trees as skin burns under his grasp. Struggling under the unforeseen attack the aggressor lashes out with the blade in his hand slicing deeply into Cyrus’s leg finding a gap between leg armour. Blood quickly oozes from the wound. As the bolt collides with the duo battling both fighters and the horse are knocked sideways under the power of the magic knocking all to the ground in a frenzied mash of blades, hooves and burning skin.
The general informs Althea that they cannot see the group but can sense a rough location using the hounds demonic forms as guidance. The hounds seem to be in combat and the group have shifted position and are heading for her, fast.
*Then stop them* she commands the general.....
*Wait....if theyre following me then we use that to our advantage....where I go so will they....*.....
Kicking the mare forward she alters her direction urging the mare to turn and circuit the glade bringing her back towards the army positioned there......turning her on the spot she kicks her forward into what she hopes are the trailing attackers......
Grunting with the impact of spell and toppling without feeling the slice to his leg. with his hand still burning the mans face its an easy enough task to bring the hilt of his sword down repeatedly into the mans skull even as they topple from the Stallion.
Urging the stallion to get up away from him so the flailing hooves do not put him in danger, Cyrus calls on Thaleron as he finishes the smouldering man and briefly surveys the scene.
*Right Thaleron if your here and still with us, lend me your strengh so I can protect your chosen and send these murderous scum to thier maker!*
even as he calls on the dragon for aid, something other surges within him, its appetite wetted by the bloodshed and violence it yearns to be let loose to deliver carnage and suffering. It reaches out to that which was cold and gives it warmth......
As Althea ploughs the horse forwards she momentarily feels resistance around her before it gives way before her and the mare and the attacking group become visible. Shakiri and Parast are amongst the group tearing at heavily armed figures blades against claws and jaws. Shock marks the mage’s face as his wards are dropped and he hastily becomes incanting once more. The warriors around him spring into action descending towards Althea and the mare. A unit of the army surge around Althea weapons drawn ready to defend her. The mage finishes his incantation and the group vanish once more, along with Althea and those troops around her.The stallion springs to its feet moving away from Cyrus but remaining close. As the blade slices his leg Althea feels the sensation, realising it is not herself but must be Cyrus her rage flares within her. Thaleron surging through her she directs him towards Cyrus forcing the dragon to aid him, away from herself. *We fight* the thought crystal clear from the dragon within his head. Never has it been stronger.As a part of him reaches to that which was cold Cyrus senses it recoil from the presense seeking a refuge away from the demon. *NO!* a scared whimper reaches his thoughts.In her deepest subconscious walls are dropped and something floods Althea, a cold, detached expression touching her face, her eyes becoming dark and cold.
(Dragon Rage invoked Cyrus through Althea, Cyrus All injurys are healed by dragon as dealt until rage ended)
Forcing Thaleron into Cyrus a smile creeps onto Althea’s face....
*Keep him safe Thal*.......
As the coldness creeps through her she laughs aloud before kicking the mare forward .....her gaze resting upon the mage she urges the mare through those surrounding him......slicing her swords through the air at any that come close enough...........a malicious glint in her eyes.......
*Kill them all*.... she commands those troops with her.....
Glancing at the hounds something within her excels at their power and ferocity.........as she plunges the mare into the depths of the combat.....
A decadent smile crosses his lips, as he feels both the dragons strength surge through him and the demon stretch out to touch that which intrests it. Vaulting back into the saddle the powerful beast stirs beneath him, as yet unused to this new persona, kicking into its flanks deep the beast rears as Cyrus crys a challenge to any in the vacinity before the Stallion settles to all fours again and surges forwards eager to bear its rider into battle. Its rider too, keen to put his blade into soft yielding flesh. They canter as a pair towards the nearest group of targets, with death in his eyes and sulpher on his breath, sword held out ready to sing..........
Her swords flash through the air slicing into those that come close to her. The troops around her ensure the end of those that her blades reach, locked in a fierce conflict of those fighting to her and those ensuring they do not reach her. The mare ploughs towards the mage knocking any directly in its path to the ground. Feeding of Althea’s determination the mare does not falter. As the two reach the mage he completes a second incantation and sends forth a bolt of power towards the pair. Shakiri and Parast tear through their opponents before moving onto the next working in unison to take the next one down. The bolt slams into Althea and the mare sending both tumbling to the floor, hooves and blades entangled.
Cyrus ploughs into the group before him, the group from which some had broken and headed for Althea. The remaining group in full throws of battle with the units sent in. As they enter the group the stallion rears flailing its hooves down hard into any before it cracking skulls and limbs. His swords flashing powered from within, natural instinct taking over. The dragon nestling within him, healing any injuries he takes whilst holding the smallest of link open to its knight. As blades flash, hooves flail and the dragon heals Cyrus and the stallion plough, as one, through the aggressors, felling one after another before them.