He stood magnificently atop the rocky outcrop. Hooves grating against the shale. His massive chest swelled as he thrust his shoulders back, the muscles in his wings taut in readiness for flight. With a snort he descended and stood before the body of a man. Face twisted he raised a hoof and ground it into the still flesh.
This was no honorable fight between two foe! No looting from a pack, no kicking a few leaves over the body, then moving on to the next challenger. This was personal between these two.
She could feel Flick quiver slightly. Tense, ready to battle. If she could distract it long enough the man could yet be saved.
She burst through the trees, her steed tossing it's head, mane flying, nostrils flared.
The beast turned to the noise. It's rage had not been abated by the death of this man. It flowed through his veins like a molten fever. Swirls of energy danced about it nibbling at his heels as she cast upon him. A bolt opened a wound in his shoulder. Tossing back his golden head he roared and with a beserker's fury he was upon her.
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" Shh...M'lady you will be good as new in a moment now.."
She could feel Aimee's nimble fingers knitting the threads of her life together again.
" He was a fiend to be sure. Best the valley is rid of that one. In all the battles fought in this valley we have never seen the likes of it. He would have ground that man's body to dust if he could. "
Setting some gold inside the wagon she gave Aimee a quick hug, mounted Flick and rode back to to grab her pack.
The beast lay still in the grass. Her energy vortex still casting about for danger as she approached.
The man was there now. Whole again. Cloaked as he was she could not tell if he sustained any damage from the hooves of the beast after he had fallen.
" You sacrificed yourself for me! " He exclaimed.
" He did seem intent on turning you into small bits sir. Any idea why? " She answered grabbing her pack from the ground.
" I am Finnegan M'lady..." He grinned.
" It is nice to meet you sir. " He had dodged her question.
" I am Rachel. "
And there it was...fleeting across his face for the briefest of moments. Accustom to meeting new people she was attune to the slightest change in the way they reacted to others. He had become markedly guarded. Just at the mention of her name. They had met before then...ah well. Who was he then that could rouse such a fury from the Daemons.
" I am returning to the gate M'lady. Are you going in that direction? "
Nodding she followed him through the woods and passes. He was quick. Harpies dropping from the trees didn't stand a chance. He laid waste to a group of brigands that jumped them as they came through the pass. She didn't even have a chance to raise her hand to cast. He was deadly with a bow.
Elven she could tell when able to catch a glimpse past his cloaks. But he would not meet her eyes. Secrets to keep then...
As they stood at the gate he bid her farewell.
" Well met...Finnegan." she smiled at him.
His eyes met hers for just a moment.
Then he was gone.
In the full sun she felt cold.
Firmus!
But how could that be? Attempting to enlist the Daemons again? Obviously their answer was no. If not them then who would assist him? No time to dwell on that now. She must warn the others that he was loose again upon Sosaria.