The Suvan Expedition: Departure

[Vivus]

Nitrozian had the look about him that most who lived in the floating city did. Soft, rich and used to giving orders. Nevertheless, he took the hand offered, gripping and shaking it firmly before releasing and dropping his hands back to his sides. Simian never came off of the carriage, choosing to remain at a higher vantage point. Vivus kept his eyes on those of the other, however. He was no shufflin' scrabblin' bum!. When asked of his name, he replied clearly. A name set him above the other laborers, just as the man had wished it. The next time some work was to be done, he would be the most likely candidate to lead the crew.

The offer of deer meat stew was like asking a fish if it would like some water. He could eat it the whole way if necessary. Beat dried rations and fish, the kind of thing he was accustomed to from living on Lake Ravok. He walked back to his camp, satisfied that he was well on his way of making a name for himself. He enjoyed each bite of venison stew, sipping water and tending to the fire.

He had just dozed off near the mouth of his tent when he heard the call for help. He stood, as most did, to see what was going on. Someone was coming with what appeared to be a very wounded person. He was surely telling the truth. The lack of a foot and the trail of freshly pumped blood made Vivus think of something else entirely. Bait. His eyes scanned the treeline as he approached his cart, loosening the ropes from the tarp. It took only a moment to pull three short spears and his long spear from the box, retying it as he looked everywhere except where the bleeding man and those caring for him were.

Returning to camp, he began setting his short spears into the dirt around his tent mouth, covering them with kindling from the fire and any foliage he could find. It was fairly simple to anyone who had ever had to survive in the wild. The man they brought with them was either tasted or left as bait. It was that simple. Something had bitten his foot off and the man was still bleeding. The taster couldn't be too far. Vivus knew he was no fighter. Best to let the guards make their coin. He shuffled back into the mouth of the tent, his long spear in hand.

[Verilian]

It is when things are at their worst that people decide to step up, to become known, and to make a difference. There was a dying man in the camp, and the doctors were doing all they could. Yet they could not do it alone. Gallo Duplais had signed on to the expedition for the money, and perhaps for the adventure, but little did he know he was to be tested in unexpected ways. Would he prove his worth, or prove worthless. So too would Horst Haestad, though perhaps in different ways then Gallo. All of them would be tested in some way or another, and as for Horst, while the other's were scampering to get a look at the dying man, his eyes drifted upwards. Perhaps it was his experience in the wilds that caused him to do this, or perhaps it was Rhysol guiding him, but his eyes would save the day. The man's wounds were grave, and it was unlikely he would survive for very long. Julian departed to get the medical supplies needed, leaving Elianos to tend to something that was perhaps more than he was ready for. From a cursory glance Elianos thought he might be able to handle things, but once he began cleaning the wounds he realized just how bad they were. They were deep, penetrating slashes not cut by the fine edge of a sword, but roughly torn by some sort of claw. The worst of the slashes were across his stomach, where his entrails threatened to spill, but there was also the not so small matter of the missing foot. Again, it wasn't a clean cut, and parts of the foot and bone remained, appearing gnawed as if something had been eating it. Elianos needed help, and fast. Clyde might have helped, but Clyde was very quickly called away. A shout went up, and he could not ignore it. The next closest man was Gallo Duplais, one of the laborers who had signed on for the expedition. He was about to be called on to play doctor, because Elianos would need someone to hold close the gaping wound across the man's stomach while the Nuit tried to take care of the much more pressing matter of the missing foot and all the blood that was pumping out of it. The leg would need to be wrapped, perhaps tied off and cut more cleanly even, in order to stop the bleeding. And where was Julian with those supplies!? Meanwhile Horst was busy staring at the sky. Something told him to look up, and so he did, and at first he saw nothing in the growing twilight. He was about to look away, his curiosity towards what was going on with the wounded man finally about to get the better of him, but then he spotted movement in the sky. Something winged, and much unlike a bird. And there were more than one of them, at least a dozen. And they were coming towards the camp. Horst did what any sensible man would do, he pointed and shouted. This drew the eyes of several nearby, including fellow worker Vivus who had already sensed something amiss and gone for his spear. And this was also why Clyde was unable to assist Elianos in the life saving operation, as his eyes inevitably went skyward as well. As the guards and the rest of the camp prepared for whatever danger the sky was about to bring them, Julian returned to Elianos side with bandages, hard liquor, a surgical saw, and various other supplies. The two doctors set to work on the patient, and Gallo was set to the task of handing them tools and cleaning up the minor wounds. The creatures from the sky swooped down into the camp and people began running and screaming. It was soon apparent that the doctors were going to have more than one wounded victim to deal with soon enough. At some point somebody shouted out the word, "Zith," amidst the chaos, revealing the identity of their foes. The creatures came in hard and fast, some snatching people off the ground and flying away then and there, while other's landed and began to fight. By the time the guard was able to get to them, there were eight Zith in total that remained in the fray, the other four having flown away with their prey. One Zith set its sights on Clyde, seeming to recognize him as one of the camp's defenders, one spotted the two doctors and began to head there way, and the others began to attack at random. OOCOkay, for the beginning round, I'll let you freeform the fight. The zith all have unarmed combat ranging anywhere between 20-40, so they are all at least semi decent fighters. Feel free to npc one or two of them, but don't make any killing blows. Once you've all picked your fight's then I'll take over the opponents a bit more. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me.

[Elianos]

It was horrible, messy business. The blood. The blood went everywhere! It was so disturbing to the nuit not because blood was scary but because it blocked the view off anything important. One of the reasons why the nuit loved to play with dead bodies more where there would be no blood pumping and look at that. "Is a clean cut too much to ask?" Such a waste of what could have been a perfectly good body. Now it was all so ugly like a pincushion. If he was not being paid already the nuit would have left the man alone to his death but now "you take over here" he told the laborer by him so that he might leave pressing on the stomach for something more proper to a man of his skills like the leg.

At least the zith had already did most of the job for him. There was not really much time to plan for anything spectacular here and while waiting for Julian, Elianos thought of cleaning the wound. Even if normally he does his procedures on corpses for himself it was important to try and prevent the bodies from rotting too fast. For Elianos it was lucky that they were in the middle of a meal though the rest of them might be losing their dinner somewhere right now. Grabbing some water which "I hope you already boiled" because it is bad even for drinking he dumped it all over the remaining leg at an angle so that most of the water will just fall away from the opening.

Elianos continued with cleaning the wound until Julian returned hopefully done as much as he could. After getting a second opinion from his peer if it was enough they proceeded to the next step. Ahhhh...the saw. The lovely, lovely saw what felt just so right in his hands. Elianos dumped some of the hard liquor on the wound again and rinsed it with water before asking if "can I please cut it off? You can stitch it up if you want" his face full of joy and obviously not one who had the well being of his patients to his heart when it is time for his enjoyment.

Quickly he got to work using all his strength to move the saw a little before the part where the zith chewed on. Partway through he asked Julian whether "do you want to sew it up with his skin of keep him on the bandage?" since it was not him who was doing the stitching. Of course he wanted that and Elianos continued cutting through to the point. "There you go doctor" he said feeling rather pleased with himself finally doing something he enjoyed after days of nothing. "As promised" Elianos stood clear for Julian to get to work while he went on to the stomach if time permitted it.

But he only got through cleaning it with the liquor and some water to prepare for the next procedures when the screaming started but entrails were not that bad right? Not as bad as "Zith?" Elianos took a chance to look away from the patient and saw a lot of people running around as well and also spotted one of the winged beasts himself. "Wings!" he exclaimed out dreamily all excited since they were so rare to him. He must have some of his own. Hopefully those guards would not destroy the bodies too badly but that is the least of his problems now that one was coming right at them.

"Can you fight?" he asked their unwitting assistant seeing that doctors had their hands full and because as everyone would know nuits were physically useless. That being said at least Elianos had a way to protect himself which did not rely on that but he hated that method a lot. Projection was for working for the body! Not for brutish practices that guards are for. Nevertheless Elianos got to work with his djed collecting them at his knee since he still needed the use of his arms now and for the procedure after the fight. These ziths are in for a treat if legs like the one they stole from his patient is a delicacy to them.

Not a treat for Elianos though because he felt such a pain when he separated his foot, momentarily releasing the stomach wound to expose it again. It was just like the real thing when Elianos distributed the djed in a ring and started to pull them apart until it projected the leg forward. "I...I got this so go!" he told Gallo while he pressed the stomach closed again. Hoping to buy time for the man, Elianos sent the projected foot forward at such a speed winding around the zith and smashing it on its back to alert it of an enemy it did not notice. Then when it spun, Elianos wound his foot around again this time moving towards the zith's own foot as well ready to trip it as soon as it advanced on them again when it found out there was no-body there.

[Clandestine Duplais]

The journey had been a strange one. Leaving Ravok, as it slowly vanished into the horizon was a sureal experience. The cold, the bitter cold took Gallo by surprise. He could barely cheer as their lead gave a very admirable speech. Snow, cold, forest all new to the young man. He had initially been filled with confidence. But when he was surrounded by men and woman, much more capable then himself, that confidence drained much like the heat in his body. Though he kept his cloak closed, the several layers of clothing seemed to do little. He hadn't talked since he had left Ravok, it wouldn't surprise him if the others thought of him as a mute. Though the group prayer had finished, he continued to sing Rhysol's song and other hymns in his head. More for comfort and a way to cope with his first separation from family and the great city of Ravok. Though, as the days continued he still hadn't said a word. However, the cold seemed to leave him as his body's warmth returned. He twiddled a small pendant around his neck, a gift from his dear sister. He wondered fleetingly how she was doing. He was glad he was able to see her sister earn her way into the ranks of The Black Sun. A sharp crack of wood startled him. At first he looked to the trees to look for a fallen branch to find where it might land. He felt the wagon he had perched himself on slow to a stop before he slid off to investigate the halt. Someone yelled and people began to move swiftly to fix the broken wheel on one of the wagons further down. Gallo sighed, but it was inevitable. Wood could only last so long when put up against stone and packed earth. Like a ball between two kids playing keep away, Gallo bounced around and helped to establish camp. He had heard someone call for help and noticed the doctors had moved over to assist in whatever matter they were needed in. Already curious, Gallo had begun to walk toward Elianos and then moved quicker when he was called over. Gallo looked over the man, bloody and disfigured, he found the sight to be interesting, if not nauseating. He couldn't help but wonder if the man was really worth assisting. Regardless, he knelt and began to lend as much of a hand as he could. While the could metal of his gauntlets touched the bruised and bloodied flesh he couldn't help but mentally search the body. "Is this man really worth the supplies to save? For all we know this could be a set up." Gallo spoke to himself while his eyes traveled along the wounds and searched for any markings that were not caused by the unknown weapon. Perhaps a charm or pendant, anything to identify the man. He heard the strange colored man talk to himself. The conversation was peculiar for a human, or at least what he thought was a human. The situation intensified when someone shouted about a Zith. Gallo knew very little about the creatures, only that they were like bats. But when he looked over his shoulder they were much more then a flying rodent. The adrenalin pumped as he noticed the long ebony claws and the general powerful stature that each possessed. For the first time he turned to Elianos and uttered the first words, "Do you think it is wise to save this man right now?" Gallo began to unwrap some of the cloth he used for warmth up his arm. "I mean he is a stranger, you should use your supplies to save the living not the ones close to death." Gallo's voice was not strong, but more suggestive. He didn't care what the man would do, however deep in his heart something nagged at him that it would be the best course of action. He looked over to see a beast as they either tripped on something or momentarily lost its footing. He left the doctor's side when he warned that his assistance wasn't needed anymore. Gallo was faced with a scene of battle and panic, yet he remained calm. Even as one of the ziths snarled and hissed as it grew closer to him. He turned his head back to Elianos, "Though, when he finally dies how about lending me a hand. But when that happens, if I am as crippled as that man, do me a favor and not try to save me. I'd rather be young and full of life, not young and a hindrance to others." Gallo began to breath deep and mouth the words, "Bring order to those in Chaos." Gallo could already feel his body shut out the cold and begin to make his body more alert and awake. His Djed being focused on as he chanted a self created hymn. "Let them find the true light," He brought his arms up in a defensive stance ready to block and fight off the Zith from their medic.

[Horst Haestad]

It was an opportunity like no other, the chance to work for a wealthy man and to learn something new that did not involve taking away from other people. Something he could make a living with. Perhaps he would even be noticed in this task and get employed for once in Ravok. And along with the great opportunity came a good pay. This was more than what Horst could have asked for, it was a great chance to establish himself as a good man and have a life closer to a normal one in Ravok, to make a peaceful living for himself.

The trip was nothing out of the ordinary for him. He knew the Wildlands too well, and his fur cloak protected him from the cold winter to a great extent. Much of his life was spent there, away from civilization, he felt as much home there as he would in Ravok. After meeting with the caravan, they all talked about Rhysol and prayed to him, and Horst just played along the role of the ordinary Ravokian, pretending to worship the defiler, even if resentful of the role Ravokians played in his life. It was time for change, time to move on, he was a different person now, he had to respect Rhysol if he wanted to live peacefully in Ravok.

He helped the other laborers with the hard work along the trip, and he also helped fix the broken wheel, accepting the words of the man who knew of fixing broken wagons. Horst truly knew nothing of that, and he was more helpful with the use of brute force than leading or giving other laborers advice. But when a wounded man showed up all of the sudden, the giant could smell something fishy in the air. He knew that it could only mean that danger lied ahead of them. He understood fairly that the dangers of the wilds were not to be underestimated, and surprises could come out to be quite nasty, even for a group as large as theirs. Perhaps it was a wild creature, or a pack of savage bandits like the one he used to belong to. Or perhaps something even worse and less expectable. When it came to the wilds, it truly could be anything imaginable.

In the camp he felt more optimistic. Perhaps it had been nothing at all, nothing to be worried about. But it only took a chime for him to focus all of his attention back on his surroundings. For a moment he thought that he had heard some sort of noise coming from far away. But what could it have been? It felt so distant to be an actual threat. He then began staring at the far sky, and small silhouettes slowly formed there, moving clumsily as bats. For a moment he thougt that his eyes were fooling him, but there was no mistake. "Are those birds? No...there is something odd about them," he thought as the silhouettes became clearer and their forms more obvious, and only a few moments later the threat was obvious. There was no time to move and tell everyone to get ready, no time to prepare themselves for what was to come. He could only shout.

The voice traveled along his throat and echoed deeply throughout the camp, almost like a battle-horn announcing an incoming threat. His hands pointed towards the bat-like creatures, and it was likely easy to spot him down there, being tall as he was. The giant man then caught a breath, pulled his huge axe from behind and ran back as fast as he could, trying to pull people together to have better chances of surviving the incoming threat. "Get close, everyone!" he screamed after catching his breath once more, "We need to get together, or they will have us all dead in a chime!" He knew too well that isolated targets were the easiest to kill, he too had hunted in groups before, also with the intent to kill. He spotted a man nearby being lifted into the sky, and only a second after a sharp claw drew blood from his right shoulder and damaged Horst's fur cloak. He simply maneuvered the axe behind with brute strength, hitting whatever was there and ridding himself from the clasp of his foe, allowing himself to move further forward. He had no time to waste.

The screams and all of the noise of the battle, they all suddenly faded and became a background melody in his ears. All that he could hear then was his own breath, and time seemed to slow down as he analyzed his surroundings. Some of the winged foes were gone, but the battle was only beginning. His eyes caught the glimpse of one of the creatures which rushed to attack the two doctors who were taking care of the wounded man, who now clearly was the least of their concerns. He hustled with his large body towards the creature, readying his axe for a powerful blow against its back, but his height was likely to draw the attention of more of the Zith to follow him from behind as well, bringing more of them in the direction of the doctors. Perhaps it was for the best that way, they would have a better chance of surviving if they watched each other's backs.

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde had thought he could rest for a moment... He had almost carried the man back, alone, and now they were being Attacked! How dare they!, a voice shouted in his head. How dare these beasts attack him! He should attack them, burn them to a crisp, smite them to dust with lightning, revel in his own djed and power and prove to all that he was the superior being! He heard this voice in his head, telling him this, urging him to use magic, to show what he could do... He recognized the voice at once, the same one he so often heard whispered urging him to cast magic... But he could also feel within him a great rising inferno of rage, aimed at the Zith. maybe the voice was right... Maybe it was time to cast his djed, something he had been holding back for days, and not releasing... It would be so easy to do so, to release his res... He soon found himself exuding res from his body, great bits billowing off of him, coming to rise into a cloud above his head, with both of his hands raised high, one still holding his staff... He glared at one Zith flying by, and formed with his mind a chunk of the res off into a globe... With another thought the outer layer ignited, leaving its core res... Finally he swifty pulled his empty hand down through the air, like a claw swiping at the air, and the ball of fire and res flew off from the mass of res, smashing into a Zith going by, as he ignited the core at the last moment. This did not really do much but stun the Zith, and singe the hairs on its chest were the flame hit. With another series of motions, he broke off another chunk of res, and prepared it similarly... With another swipe of his hand like a claw, he sent it at another Zith, smashing right into one of its wings as it flew by. This made it lose its balance, as the wing seemed to crumple and ignite from the heat and flame, and it smashed into the ground a good bit off, in a daze. Finally he noticed the Zith coming at him, and broke off two more chunks of res... He prepared both of them, one to use when the Zith came at him, as a first attack, aimed right at the Ziths open chest, which he went ahead and ignited... And another held in back up, ready to be used, in case the first failed... By now Clyde was grinning, an odd manic grin, from the sweat euphoria released by his using his magic, and the loss of the nagging feeling he usually had trying to convince him to use magic... Though the same voice still reverberating in his head, urging him to do more, though in a much quieter and less powerful voice than the first one that had sent him into a rage... The voice he was so used to hearing almost every moment of his waking day...

[Verilian]

The battle raged. It was fast, brutal, and bloody. Within the span of a few chimes two more Zith had departed with their prey in claws, one still screaming as he was flown away. That made six people that had been taken from the battle so far, and six Zith still remained, though by now the expedition had finally begun to organize some manner of defense. Following the call of Horst, many of the people began to cluster together near the center of the camp, defending one another back to back. They were lucky the Zith were not armed with bows, because then they would have been an easy target for the winged predators. Sawing off the leg was not the easiest of tasks for Elianos, no matter how much he seemed to be enjoying it. If his fellow doctor was put off by the Nuit's apparent love for removing the limbs of a living patient he didn't show it, concentrating on keeping the man alive rather than his colleagues interests. The reason the task was so difficult, however, was not due to any lack of skill on either doctor’s part. The burning liquid and the alcohol brought the patient screaming back into consciousness, just in time to suffer the pain of having his leg sawed off. He fought and struggled, but he was weak, and Gallo was there to help hold him down. Then the Zith approached. The invisible foot to the chest didn't really harm it, but it was caught by surprise, giving Gallo a chance to get the upper hand. His chanting didn't frighten the Zith, and the fact that he faced the creature unarmed seemed only to encourage it. Gallo had hands, the Zith had claws, and the Zith had fought many people. It advanced quickly, beating it's wings as it ran toward him and lifting itself off the ground at it leaped into the air boosting itself right over Gallo's head. The claws on the Zith's feet raked at him from above, but it would be an easy thing to dodge as it was not really an attack but just an off handed attempt at a distraction. The Zith landed right behind Gallo where it could easily have attacked the doctors, but it wasn't a fool. It knew Gallo had to be killed first before it could move on to easier prey. The Zith swiftly spun around, the claws on its right hand reaching out for Gallo's back. If he didn't dodge he would be raked across the back, leaving five bloody gashes across his back. As for Horst, he might have gotten close enough to Gallo and the doctors to be of use, but he had made one rather dangerous mistake. The Zith that clipped his shoulder was not dead. Horst had only assumed that when he swung his axe without even looking to see what he had hit that his opponent would not bother him anymore, but that was not the case. The Zith was a skilled combatant and would not be slain by such an unfocused attack. As Horst ran toward Gallo to aid him he suddenly found himself grasped by sharp claws and lifted into the air. In a matter of seconds he was ten feet off the ground and rising, and in the awkward position the creature had grabbed him it would make it difficult for him to hit it with his weapon. That, and did he want to fall? Clyde was, perhaps, the most effective at dealing with the Zith. Though his fireballs did little more than scorch their fur, at least the first few, the Zith had not come to the fight expecting to do battle with a mage. Most of them had probably never before seen magic, and for a man to summon fire out of thin air and begin hurling it at them.. well, it was not something they were prepared to face. The first Zith that he hit immediately fled the scene after recovering while the second fell from the sky and began writhing in pain, rolling about trying to put out the fire on its wing. It was quickly put out of it's misery by another of the guards with a sword to its heart. The man saluted Clyde, the impressed look on his face a clear ego booster for the mage, before moving off to engage another opponent. Finally there was the one that dared to approach him, possibly the leader of the group. At first the Zith appeared confident, but when Clyde ignited the ball of fire the look on its face changed to one of uncertainty. The Zith had never faced a mage before, and had only heard stories of magic from the elders of its clan. But it was determined to take down the man and it attacked anyway. The first ball Clyde threw it dodged, but only just barely, and still got singed on the shoulder as the ball shot past. The Zith wasn't prepared for the second ball and took it head on, but it didn't stop coming, crashing into Clyde in a hurricane of fire and claws. The mage would have to do something, or he would be burned and torn to pieces under the thrashing Zith. OOCAs always, if there are any questions, feel free to ask.

[Verilian]

OOC Also.. this thread has now been time locked. If you don't know why, you can (and should) find out here: The Massive Djed Storm of 512 Now.. what does Time Locked mean? Basically it means that you cannot post any new threads until this thread has been unlocked, unless they are flashbacks or threads dated prior to the 15th of Winter, 511 AV, which is the day this thread was started. So.. how do we unlock the thread? The thread will be unlocked after we have experienced the events of the Massive Djed Storm. I was trying to get to this point before spring actually arrived but sadly life did not allow it. So anyway, this thread is now my #1 priority until I can unlock it. Oh, and if you are wondering why I am having to lock it this way.. well, that's because on Spring 1st when the storm hits, you guys are going to be busy building an outpost on the coast of the Suvan Sea... ..the Suvan Sea which will be suffering the effects of an insane storm that is going to devastate the area. ...so.. you guys could possibly die (I have an escape route for you though, so I'm not just going to out and out kill you all without giving you a chance.) Your work will probably be destroyed, and this thread is going to go in an entirely new direction. Lastly, I didn't know that this was going to happen until a couple weeks ago. When I started this quest it was just going to be about building the thing, but now it's about something else. If you don't like it, sorry, but you're just gonna have to suck it up or let your character die. I'll happily sacrifice you to add to the total death count in Mizahar, but I hope that you will see this as an awesome opportunity to be in an epic survival thread with no idea what's going to happen or what sort of rewards you might get. Rant is over, your PCs are timelocked, and lets start posting and get things moving!

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde was completely focused on his own fight, and his own magic... He could faintly hear screams of pain and fear coming from nearby, but he heard it as if from a distance... They were far out of his awareness, not even important... He only had eyes for the winged beasts close to him, the ones that were a threat to him, and close enough for him to engage... He was still in a great towering rage, the manic look of enjoyment, pleasure, fear, and pain... All mixed into one expression... His heart beating faster in his chest, as he grew more excited, and the battle raged... His first fireball hit, chasing it off... The second caught one aflame, and he enjoyed a fleeting instant of sick enjoyment as it rolled on the ground, trying to put itself out... One of his fellow guards moved forward, and easily dispatched it with a blow to the heart... As he looked at Clyde, obviously impressed, and saluted him quickly, the voice grew louder in his head, congratulating him... Questioning why he usually held back his magic, did not show what he could do more often... Allow these mundane beings to see the marvels he could do... And in the heat of the moment, he could not recall why he usually held it back, and used his magic so sparingly... But he had little time to think on this, as another beast approached, ready to fight... Clyde almost laughed out loud at seeing the beasts face go from confident to fearful at seeing him light his fireball, and prepare to throw it... His first attack whizzed by its shoulder, only just missing... But the second one was a direct hit, and the fire smashed against it, sending its flames to hungrily devour his flesh and fur... But he was still moving, and the beast came crashing into Clyde, who only just got his staff up in time and between them as they fell, to try and hold back its claws... The anger in him flared once more strong, and a sickening idea came into Clyde's head, as he did his best to hold the claws and the body of the Zith away from him, receiving several cuts on his forearms in doing so... Normally with reimancy, one took the res, shaped it, turned it to an element, and threw it like a projectile at there enemy... But Clyde had once before been made to use it another way, when he had been asked to torture a traitor in Ravok... And when someone was as close to the caster as this Zith was, it was easy to do what he planned... Exuding res quickly out of his mouth, he forced it into the face of his enemy, shoving it with his willpower down the beasts throat... This alone was painful, and would make it almost impossible for the beast to breath, almost making it feel like it was drowning, as the res burnt the inside of its mouth and throat, possibly even making the Zith have a fit as its body rejected the foreign res... All the while Clyde would be pushing with his staff, trying to get the beast further from him, and out of reach of the claws... But more importantly further away when he did the final bit of magic... And transmuted the res in the beasts head, mouth and throat, into fire... This would surely kill the thing if it was succesful, and possibly even make its head explode like an overfilled sheeps bladder... Sending bits of burnt skull, blood, and gore flying in every which way... If nothing else killing it as it inhaled the flame, and burnt out the inside of its throat and mouth... Letting out a loud scream, of both anger and pain, he did so, and transmuted into fire all of the res at once, the res that he had forced into the Zith's open hungry mouth...

[Elianos]

Things were looking even worst as it went on. Not for the patient at least for Elianos. He forgot all about the bloodied man he was trying to keep together in one piece once he got his foot out. Since that seemed to be the only thing he was doing then, it would be better to let Julian do his thing until he asked for assistance assistance. This was not one of Elianos projects. The living was not something that he was that used to except for those really bad situations. He did not mind playing the second to the more experienced doctor here because as the saying goes, too many doctors spoil the body...or was it something to do with cooks?

The one thing that he knew he could do now, the only thing he saw with visible effects to improve their chances was when he did the kick. He should continue with those efforts. He recalled his foot so that he can reattach it as soon as he was done with trying to detach his hands. "Ugh...again... I wonder if we are getting hazard pay, doctor?" he asked to try and keep both their wits together while he "urk..." ripped out phantom hands like he did his foot once the djed got around and split them apart.

Both hands were out but it did not show physically since they have been holding the patient's stomach together. It was like killing two birds with one stone for Elianos since he not only gets to join in the fray but also continue with his 'duties' to the patient. Hopefully Julian would not need anything from him now or that would be complicated. Just as complicated as the choice that Elianos had now. Who to help? The man who was protecting the two doctors or the one that was being taken away by the zith into the sky?

One thing doctors could be said to be are individuals who only took the method with the most chances of success. Elianos was no different. From what he saw, the ziths who took their prey all flew off never to be seen again meaning one less opponent. Unfortunately for man who rallied the defence earlier, he would be an acceptable loss. Elianos never spared him a look as his focus was fully on his protector and his opponent as he sent his projected hands forward. Fists rocketing straight towards their target.

It was the zith's own fault for exposing its back, as a predator it should not think badly of Elianos who took advantage sending the full strength of his blows right into the zith's back to hurt it and hopefully throw it's clawing attack off balance and sparing the injuries to the laborer. Less work for Elianos where his skills would be better used elsewhere for the ones who needed it more. The zith would not be one of them. The only work that Elianos had to do on him was one of brutality.

Since his hands were now for attacking, Elianos just wildly swung the projected fists around without so much as a thought anymore. Sending invisible punches all towards the zith regardless of hit or miss. If anything it should work as a good distraction like his foot for the human to give it the finishing blow while Elianos set his attention on something more important. No, not the patient. It was reattaching his foot back again in case he needed to escape this slaughter.