Theo Roars once again, this time its filled with rage and Pure Anger, swinging towards the movment his mighty clawed hand rips through the trunk of a tree rending it in two. Theo continues to swing his mighty arms towards the direction of the movment, in the hopes of Hitting his attacker.
The general shifts uncomfortably *They were protected, the scouts saw nothing prior to the attack.* His voice pathetically weak the mage whimpers as he looks between the two of them and at the surrounding army. Muttering incoherantly fear rife two words are clear. "Her, alive"
His roar once more mimicked close to his right Theo feels the air shift about him as his unseen attacker swipes a sharply clawed limb raking down Theo's side. The scent of death and rotting hangs heavy in the air.
Theo Roars once more, this time in oure fury and pain, gripping a tree he leaps into the air and out of the tree tops, hanging in the air briefly he howls once more, this time the Pendent around Cyrus's neck starts to heat up and shake.
Theo lands back into the woods and sprints towards the forests edge as fast as his body will allow him, knocking trees and anything else in his way out of the way.
“Maybe it would be the easier option.....”
Hearing Theo’s howl Althea turns to the direction it came from...
Scanning the immediate area she can see nothing.....
Crouching beside the mage her voice remains hushed.....”Ask yourself if you think he can stop me.......”
In a swift movement she slices the blade across his arm ensuring the cut is deep......
Glancing up at Cyrus she stands and steps backwards from the mage.....an unemotional...almost bored expression on her face...........
Moving rapidly behind him Theo can sense he is being hunted. An unseen adversary is matching his speed through the trees.
Theo Leaps in to the trees and jumps from tree to tree ripping branch's off as he goes not looking back but throwing the branch's back behind him, his rage building inside him, his body growing larger as his Rage Builders more and more.
Theo roars out once me this time his voice ego's out over the area. "Time for you to show your self!! FACE ME YOU COWARD!!"
With that he leaps out of the trees and lands on the grouns, skiding to a stop and spining around, roaring once more, his huge nine feet tall frame now over twelve feet tall and his blood red fur is now Jet black ... Light seeming to be eaten by the darkness, but his eye's are right red, bright enough to be seen as clear as the sun in day, Staring out all around him looking for what attacks him.
As Theo hits the ground in the clearing the movement behind him stops. Looking carefully he can see an emaciated form stood some 7ft tall. Dried skin pulled taught over protruding bones. Sunken eyes in a skull that seems barely covered in skin. Clothed only in scraps of fabric hanging around the form that stands before him in the treeline. Rotting teeth framed by bloodied and torn lips. Long limbs ending in viscious claws. He sees this in the fraction of moments that it stands motionless looking at its adversay. Its face contorted into anger and hate, a snarl emitted from its features. Sweeping a glance over Theo and at those beyond him within the glade it moves becoming nothing more than a blur. The trees and undergrowth belying the fact that it moves towards the group around the mage.
Theo Turns and Screams out, his voice roaring voice breaking towards the end. "Althea!! Cyrus!! Get Out of there!!" Theo spins hoping to catch the Creatur with one of his mighty claws, roaring and entering a blood Lust Rage.
His claw rakes across something substantial. Claws across bone as a scream of pain and anger is omitted from his adversary which flashes a taloned hand out to him tearing down his face before bolting further ahead. Following its movement by the trees and undergrowth that move in its path Theo realises it has broken the cover of the treeline and entered the glade.