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Gene looked down in sadness. "Everyone has their time. He was becoming weak and very fragile. " He dropped his pack down and took out a large blanket on to the ground. "One question though, why don't they come out during the day? And has anyone really seen them besides their own kinda?" Gene stared across the plains, wondering what lies hiding.

"I doubt I will get halfway through the plains. But how are we going to get across with an army are out there, ready to kill anything living that passes them." Gene didn't really know if he was truely ready. Everything is happening to fast for everything to be proccessed into his mind.

Finally having setted Hoshi Mizu leaned on her sadle horn and listened to the talk around her. Her red eyes still carried their gaze to the lines of fighters across the plains. Not even the dying call of Gene's poor horse had made her flinch. From kind temple tender to hardened girl sitting on horse back, no one would have any idea of what was making the cogs spin and the wheels click in the girl who sat staring at the horizon.

Ranpu was still seated over Nightmare. He listened to the conversation, but he wasn't really a part of it at this moment. He was just looking away, across through the planes. Something that called his attention was that every few moments he would be able to see large shadows moving through the fields. No cloud could move as fast to match the speed of those shadows, nor could they block the sun's light so strongly to produce such solid stains of darkness over the earth. He looked up, and in fact, there were no clouds in the sky except for a faint few that receeded in the horizon. He turned back to the group, but he kept silent.

Nihilian watched the blossoming camp with only half of his attention.
The rest lay on the plains with his enemies.
His gaze strayed to the dimmed yellowish moon.
His face was set with a fierce determination now.
A cloud passed across the moon.
And seconds later, Nihilian was gone.

His feet pattered softly on the rough incline.
He neither slipped, nor lost a beat across the entire slope.
His footfalls were as close to silence as sound can be, and the usual twanging of bowstrings had yet to echo.
He emerged onto the plains proper now.
His lithe frame appearing as a darting shadow.
The front line of soldiers spotted him first.
A rapid shadowed form sprinting towards them.

"A swift footed daemon outruns a mounted knight."

The Swift-Footed Daemon had arrived.
And no winged angel could match this speed.
Nihilian had been the Swift-Footed Daemon once.
That had been back when the Fiery Angael fought beside him.
But she had died.
And now, the Daemon sped towards the army keeping him from her.

Some of the soldiers at the Front began to quake in their boots.
They had heard the legends of the Daemon.
And they knew his fury.
The only thing that kept them standing was the realization that the wicked blade he bore was sheathed now.
And then, it was sheathed no longer.
The gleaming blade of bright steel emerged from the sheath upon the Daemon's back.
Luna.
The blade of the moon.
The wicked blade of the Daemon.
The yellowed moonbeams gleamed off of Luna's surface.
And the Swift-Footed Daemon hit the Front.
It was almost literally an explosion.
Soldiers flew into the air.
Their corpses landing on one another as the Daemon cut his swathe through them.
The moon glinted off Luna's wicked blade and the Daemon's wicked grin.

Minutes had passed.
But so had over a hundred men.
The Daemon was unstoppable.
Blades met Luna more often then not.
Her gleaming blade, unmarked by blood, parried almost before the hapless soldiers realized they had struck.
Some blades and arrow shafts got past her though.
But these did nothing to slow the Daemon.
His pace remained faster than a galloping charger.
His progress remained unhindered.
He hit the Mage Constructs at this speed.

The massed summoned beasts moved swiftly.
But not swift enough.
They slowed the Daemon, but he never stopped.
His blade met with the blades of fiery-haired angels and stony demons.
All fell before him.
His shoulders and back bled.
But these wounds were superficial.
And did not slow him.

He finally reached the tower and sheathed Luna to begin the long climb to the top.

((Uhmm... *points at her previous post* I fragmented the group earlier. It's camp. People got split up and what not in the ensuing hours between the horse's death and Nil's mad assault. Anyara and Nihilian, at least, are on their own.))

Mizu sat watching the slauter, a quiet figure in a lone tree, one booted leg hanging down off her branch. Her red eyes were unreadable, her whole body language was quiet and gave away nothing of what she thought while watching the massacre.

The hardened girl was still dressed in her riding clothes, all compleatly black as usual. Her wool tunic and loose sleaved silk shirt rustled with the breeze that moved, whispering through the trees.

There were black cirlces under her eyes. She looked tired, exsausted and worn to the born. But still, unable to sleep.

And so the closed up, quiet, hardened temple girl watched the mass slaughter before her.

[[No damn clue, you have no idea how long I've waited for a response here...]]