Savior

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

47th Summer, 512 A.V. Sama'el did not like to be separated from his newborn son, nor was Dohaina particularly happy to be separated from her young. But the exigencies of the Watch had them galloping through the Sea of Grass, his Strider tapping into the Web's power to increase her speed and stamina beyond what any horse ought be able to do. The wind whipped at his hair and his clothes, and he rode low over her body, his own moving in tandem with hers so he was hardly an impediment to her motion. They were like a centaur out of myth, half man, have horse. He rode toward a break in the Web that needed repairing, hoping to be able to ride back to Endrykas before nightfall and be with his family, but when he saw dark wings circling over the horizon, he grit his teeth and urged Dohaina on, the golden mare charging toward what he hoped was not... But as he grew closer, it became certain: Zith. He could only hope they were too distracted by their prey to notice him.

[Daithi]

The day had started as any other day for Daithi aside from that on this day he had gone hunting solo, animal companions aside. Usually he hunted with the Windhowlers as it was his job, but today he had decided he needed some family time with his strider Brother, and his White hunting cat. He had been following a small herd of deer for an hour or two waiting to get close enough to use his bow on. It was a slow and very time consuming thing at times, all the small details one must use to get a kill. He was dismounted and had Brother stay far back as he and Cian his cat inched closer. There it was a decent sized buck in range, Daithi knocked an arrow and drew back the string aiming and let loose his arrow.

Just then as the arrow flew from his bow he saw seemingly out of nowhere he saw what could only be Zith. He did not know how many there where but one thing he did know was he needed to pray. "I need some help here Zulrav, god of my people. I am always loyal to you in my ways please do not let the end of me." He prayed as he tried to form a plan in his mind, though it would seem that he would truly need the help of Zulrav. As he manuvered with his bow toward one of the closer Zith Daithi saw what he thought may have been his prayers answered.

It looked like it was a man on a strider from the distance, but to Daithi it was no less than a miracle. Though if it was indeed help on the way it would do no good if Daithi got killed. Reality kicked in and he let an arrow loose aimed for the Zith he was targeting. One thing was for sure Daithi would not go down without one hell of a fight.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

The Watch had a way of showing up just as they were needed; certainly they scoured the Web and rode the Sea of Grass to protect Endrykas, the Drykas Run, the Web, and Cyphrus in general. It did well for their mystique when chance played right into their hands. Sama'el only wished he had Ronan riding beside him, or that the goddess hadn't taken his sense of smell from him. He hadn't realized how much it took away from the full picture he got from all his senses working in tandem, left him feeling off kilter... But there was a man and horse in need of help, clearly Drykas as he drew closer, Dohaina's hooves pounding the ground like hammers into a drum, and he drew his short bow, nocked an arrow, and waited to get into range to fire upon them. Moving as one with his golden mare, he concentrated on covering that ready arrow with sullenly smoldering res, because the best kind of Zith was a Zith on fire.

[Daithi]

So much had changed in so little an amount of time. One second he was hunting, the next it was he that was the prey. To Daithis dismay the arrow he sent flying missed center mass and hit the creatures wing, doing next to nothing to the Zith. He shook it off in his mind and nocked another arrow, meanwhile the man and horse drew closer. He could now tell for sure that the man on the horse was indeed a Drykas. Daithi knew though that he had absolutely no time to waste on anything but trying to kill the Zith.

Cian, his cat knew what was going on and seemed to be getting ready to make a stand if need be. Daithi hoped with all his heart that it would not come to close combat, but had to be ready for it if thats what it came down to. He could hear noise all about himself, it was like everything was more intense. Adrenaline pumping through him, Daithi drew back his bowstring aiming for center mass of the Zith and tried to count for the wind. He hoped that this shot would be better placed, because he knew that he was running out of time to use his short bow. Although the one thing that was in his favor as the Zith drew closer was they would be easier to his the closer they were.

Daithi let the arrow fly and wasted no time in nocking another arrow. Upon doing so he saw that his arrow this time hit flesh, he felt this was a good sign and gained confidence. The arrow struck the Zith somewhere in the area of the thigh by what Daithi could tell, it was by no means a kill shot but it would at least slow it. He nocked another arrow and got ready to let it loose, when he noticed that the Drykas on the horse was much closer and had shot an arrow aflame.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

Sama'el was much more lethal with his scimitar than anything else, but he was comfortable enough in the yvas that it was as good as terra firma under his feet insofar as balance went when shooting arrows aloft. And he waited until the best possible moment to loose his arrow, much closer than a more proficient marksman would have done, and the res began to come alight as it flew. He only hit a wing himself, but the arrow caught, and the gelatinous res was still catching fire, and so did the Zith. He smiled with satisfaction, thinking back to his uncle's death at the hands of the Zith. He threw his head back to loose a fearsome Drykas battle cry, slung his bow over his body, and pulled out his scimitar. Unlike the Zith, he would end the dying quickly, though if the others attacked him, it would prolong the burning one's suffering. He was all right with that too.

[Daithi]

Daithi thought to himself about the arrow on fire that he saw fly, catching one of the Zith, this meant that the man on the strider was a magician. It wasn't everyday one got saved in the nick of time, let alone saved by a mage. One Zith on fire and one shot in the thigh, this was a good start but there was still a very real threat. In knowing this Daithi did not let himself savor the moment but rather focused at the task at hand, which was killing the winged beasts.

With his attention once again back one hundred percent on the nearest enemy, the Zith he had shot, Daithi figured that this maybe the last arrow he could shoot another if he was lucky. He drew back the string of his bow and aiming as careful as he could then let loose his arrow. This time he was much more happy with his results, he had managed to plant his arrow in the lower torso of the Zith. It did not look to be in the area of any vital organs, but that strike along with the one in the thigh would surely cause the creature to die of blood loss fairly quick.

As the creature fell to earth and seemed to be somewhat stunned Daithi thought it to be a good time to finish off the beast. He gave Cian, his white hunting cat, the same order to attack as if the zith were an ordanary deer or other animal. It was an impressive sight indeed, to see the big cat pounce and latch onto the neck of it's target. Blood spilled and spouted several feet, Cian who was white now was covered and smeared with blood soiling his beautiful coat.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

The lone Drykas and his cat took one down, and Sama'el urged Dohaina forward to take care of the fiery Zith before it caused a wildfire. Dohaina reared and brought her hooves down upon the struggling thing, and Sama'el loosed his feet from the yvas, crouched atop her back, and vaulted off, somersaulting in the air to land beside the suffering beast. His scimitar struck down, and what should have taken the thing's head off and ended it missed the mark due to its writhing, so he struck another couple of times in rapid succession, trying to give it the mercy killing it would not have given his brethren. Dohaina screamed a challenge then, rearing up and lashing out her hooves to warn off any other Zith. Sama'el held out his hand, smoldering red res gathering and pulling the fire away from the dead Zith. He could prevent a disastrous fire, but as he turned with the collected blaze, one of the other Zith came down, scratching at him from behind, buffeting him with its wings. Screaming in pain and rage, he raised his hand behind him, the fire blossoming in its face, and he turned in a spiral motion to lash out with his scimitar across its chest, which sent it back and flapping awkwardly into the air. They were cowards at heart, were Zith. Two of their number were dead, and at least one gravely injured. They fled. Bleeding, Sama'el brought his scimitar down into the burned Zith's eye to make damn sure it was food for the scavengers. Then he walked over to the other. "Ho, brother," he greeted him. "Are you all right?"

[Daithi]

Daithi saw as the man dismounted from his horse with the grace of a bird in air and proceed to hack at the burnt Zith. He found it to be a bit comical even if it was morbid. He watched the Drykas man hold his hand out and seemingly grab the fire though without even being burnt, more magic he thought to himself.

Just then he saw another Zith come out of nowhere, but before he could warn the other man it was to late. It had made contact and it was also burnt and fled the scene along with the rest of it companions. The battle was over and they had won, Daithi could not help but let out a roar.

The man spoke to Daithi and he answered back, "Thank Zulrav you found me when you did. And I fare better that you it looks." He glanced at the scratch on Sama'el. "I am Daithi and thank you for the help. You have some very impressive skills there."

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

"If only Zulrav would strike those devils out of the sky," he said with a sigh, but he smiled through the pain. "If I were more impressive, I wouldn't be bleeding right now. I don't suppose you have any skills as a healer? I'll manage getting back to Endrykas, anyhow. Bleeding will clean it out. "I'm Sama'el of the Watch, just doing my job. Do you need an escort back to Endrykas? One never knows if they'll come back with reinforcements." But when he returned to report, he could tell his Rayvehk where he had encountered the Zith and more Watchmen could ride to rid the area of their scourge-like presence.

[Daithi]

"True." He said at the first remark, then continued, "Never the less if you had not interviened I would have likely been torn to pieces, and bleeding lets you know your alive." He said with a smile, "As for healing well I know a little about helping animals and a little about surviving out here, lets see..." He started looking around the ground looking for some plants he could use to make a pack for the wound.

After a few minutes of walking around looking at differnt plants he found a few that he knew were not poison and began to speak, "Alright well take a little of this and some of this. These I know are not poison so just chew them for a while and then pack it in the cut. It will do you well until you can get it looked at proper." The mixture was one he was taught by his late mother and had used many times growing up. Truth be told though he was not sure if they indeed had healing properties of if it was a wifes tale. Either way it would stop the bleeding.

"I think an escort back would be nice just in case. But do you think we should take a trophy from the kill? I mean they did scare off my kill." He waited for Sama'el to reply and made a clicking sound to call his strider near.