The Dead Forest (Increased Orc activity due to skirmish)

[Kraun]

As Siat would drop on all fours, the ghoul number two which had which had been held at bay would be loosed. Its left hand would proceed forward no longer to the man's throat, as its teeth was in the general vicinity, but rather to his left armpit, claws digging into the joint. It's right hand however, never having been stopped a second time, would of course, find its way to palm Siat's face, clawed fingers digging into his eye sockets.

Now, if Siat was still able to speak while his eyes were being gouged out by a ghoul's claws, then that would be an amazing feat.

Anyways, as the fourth ghoul would topple on top of the man, landing arms first on his shoulders, it's legs would wrap around his waist as it would fire three rounds of needles from the mechanisms on its forearms with a light clicking sound, point blank into the back of Siat's head. And then it would get to work rending his back open with its claws if that didnt drop the man.

The third ghoul of course, would have at that time, got back into the fray, diving against Siat's left side as it would once again, dig its claws into the man's gut and lower back.

Now, if Siat still managed to pull away ghoul number one's hands and get up to perform his attacks, then the following would happen.

Chris Custard

His right hand would grab the ghoul that was biting his neck by it's lower jaw and push down and away from him, meaning the ghoul would have no further bite into him, although it had already left two nasty gashes that would need tending to soon. Once he had stopped the ghoul from biting him, he would squeeze the jaw, crushing it and disabling the ghoul's bite- his strength was terrific and unless the ghoul's entire bottom jaw was made of diamond, it would have to find a way to stop him doing it.

First off, with the claw digging into his armpit, moving the arm in such a fashion to push away the ghoul's face may cause the tendons in the area to be twisted, pulled, or even shredded by the claws, if he was able to move from the pain caused at all, which he probably would be.

Not to mention its right hand which of course, was still digging into his eye sockets and emptying the pits of whatever was left of his eyes, having failed to deal with that.

Anyways, with this occuring, the ghouls' jaw would shatter into pulp with a wet cruch as it let out a low moan, fingers still doing their jobs.

Chris Custard

The ghoul on his left would receive a similar fate, except this time it would be it's throat, which meant it would be kept just out of reach also, perhaps just able to scratch his left side.

And scratch its left side it would, swinging wildly and raking at whatever flesh it could reach, even his left arm which held it at bay. And then its throat would be crushed, its head dangling oddly without any support as the body seemed to just... twitch.

The first ghoul, which had been pinned to the ground, having its arms freed, would begin to push up, taking the stake with oit from the ground, and as it got up, it's face would meet a swift kick from a boot, seding it flying onto its back.

As for the fourth ghoul? It's claws would reach around to Siat's face as its hands would wrap around the side of his head, clawed fingers searching for orifaces to dig into, like ghoul number two's right hand.

Strength in numbers. One or two ghouls may not be hard to deal with at once. Three might be difficult. But four seemed to be the (un)lucky number. In the chinese language, the number four also had the same meaning as 'death'.

The ghouls wanted to take Siat alive however, but that didnt mean he had to be whole and in top shape.  

[Siat Dacore]

But none of that would matter, because Siat would've passed out due to blood loss from the numerous holes in his body, and the recent addition of a lack of eyeballs only added to the decay.

Siat was defeated, oh noes.  

[Kraun]

It took the ghoul a minute of staring at the unmoving body before they decided the man was knocked out rather than playing dead. They would grab him and drag the body off into the shadows of the forest.

((Continuation at Sorrow's Keep...))  

[Lunar Nomad]

~ A loud sound could be heard echoing through the sky. A large object would be seen falling at a fast rate towards the forest, the Zweihander (It's engine on fire) was about to crach on the planet called Gaia. This one disaster was very clean compaired to the mess going on inside.~

Zweihander: ~Alarms~ Sytem Over load! System Overload! Coordinates can not be found... [this is all translated of course]

Guee: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! It's like riding a roller coaster don't you think so Vega?

Vega: Oh my GOD! ~Vega's pale face was even more pale then normal, as she scrambled to put out the flames on the control panal of the quicly detiriorating airship. She scrambled to the ships transmitter trying to send out signals for help, but her efforts were in vain. The sounds of a washed out voice could be heard on the transmitter and it was quickly cut out. In the meanwhile Vega paniced, as she did her best to try and regain control of the disfunctioning ship, as her little Martion companion Guee, was running about cheerfully, considering the whole event one giant game of tag~

Transmitter: Vega... come in Vega... VEGA!  

[User 367130]

On the western wall of Leviathan Stadium, a man was out for a bit of fresh air. Looking up where the sky ring once took up space in the air, he could remember the second destruction of the Stadium quite well. He was there, and even witnessed the ressurection. Hell, he was almost liquified by a god, and lived. How many people could attest to that?

We seem to have our own bit of chaos today...

He watched as an enormous pile of flaming metal came crashing down into the Dead Woods, having a spectacular view of the disaster from his vantage point, despite him being miles off. From what little he knew about technology, that thing was far out of the capabilities of Gaia's general populace. Minus the big corperations, and the Doc of course. But the Doc was just weird that way.

"Feeling up to a flight, Angelous?"

He spoke to, of course, his large reptillian companion. He had no scheduled fights today, anything else would be either free work or filler. So he thought he mine as well investegate.  

[Lunar Nomad]

~ At the last few moments of the crash, Vega went to grab Guee, who was roasting a sweet potato on the engine fire. Vega then embraced the little Martion and ducked into a corner. The ship then crashed, throwing Vega roughly into a wall causing her to loose concionsness. At that point the jet engines on the wings of the ship were both on fire and the wings landed with a large crash to the ground. Vega was sucked out of the ship and landed roughly on a tree branch, her position moved to wear her knees caught a branch and she was hanging upside down by them. Guee, who was scrambling to get to safty was almost sucked out of the ship, but was slamed hard underneath one of the ships, and was stuck. The ship continued to spiral and in landed with a loud crunch to the forest grounds, sevral parts of the ship flying out of the cargohld, and the cocpit, as well as the engineroom~  

[User 367130]

--- A while later ---

The pair approached the smoldering wreckage, smoke heading over the trees. By the time they got there, a decent sized fire going. This wasn't good, as it could set the whole forest on fire. Though someone else would probably take care of it, it really couldn't hurt to fix things while he was there. After all, he'd appreciate the same if his house were on fire.

Being that it would be physically impossible to cast any sort of magic on his winged friend, due to the fact that she digested raw magic and emitted her own anit-magic field, Silver dismounted in midair. Falling a good 60 feet, he would gracefully land near enough to the wreckage where he could take care of it.

But not stupid close. He didn't want to burst into flames.

"Extinguish."

Holding out a single hand, he created a vacuum around the source of the fire, quelling any flames that were produced instantaneously. The logic being that without oxygen, it was impossible for fire to burn.  

[Lunar Nomad]

Silver Moonblade

Holding out a single hand, he created a vacuum around the source of the fire, quelling any flames that were produced instantaneously. The logic being that without oxygen, it was impossible for fire to burn.

~Guee, now covered in soot, came out of the ship. It coughed for a moment ant then looked up at Silver and blinked. Guess looked very much like a small dragon except for the fact that its red eyes made up a large fraction of it's head. It then looked down sheepishly and spoke in a small squeeky voice.~ Zanguende! Otoko meso Matre?  

[User 367130]

"...."

Silver obviously had no idea what it was saying, but obviously it was a passenger of the ship, and it seemed okay. He certainly had no idea what it was, and it sure as hell wasn't a dragon. To him, it didn't even resemble a dragon, but then again he spent most of his time with them. Only the strongest of dragons could hide their presence from him.

Either way, it didn't seem likely that a single organism his size could pilot the entire ship. Then again, Moonblade could fly the Draconis solo fairly well, so it wouldn't really surprize him. Anything was possible with technology nowadays. Either way, it wasn't much his concern. He was rather more interested if there were more survivors...  

[Lunar Nomad]

~The little Martion look frustraited and then spoke out in the native tongue~
"I SAID THANK YOU!"

~It flailed it's tiny fists, and swung it's tail about. It tried to look vicious, but it would seem halarious and cute to anyone of normal stature. Guee then looked about wildly for the missing Vega.~  

[User 367130]

"Your welcome... I guess."

Silver leaned back on a nearby tree, enjoying the non-existant sun in the Dead Forest. Angelous was taking the opportunity to fly off and stretch her wings, and Moonblade was taking his opportunity to watch... things do stuff. Besides, he didn't have any novels with him, and he didn't fancy a several hour walk at the moment.  

[Lunar Nomad]

~Guee looked about in frustration, calling out for Vega~
"Nota Vega! Nota Vega!"
~It's stomach began to growl and it fell on it's tiney knees and began to bawl.~  

[User 367130]

There was no way Silver was feeding the thing. It wasn't like he carried food with him. And he couldn't understand whatever language it was speaking anyways. However, it seemed to be searching for someone, which was something he could help with. Thusly, he looked under and around the ship. If he didn't find anyone there, he'd search inside. Or wherever he could reach, anyways.  

[Lunar Nomad]

~Vega was hanging limply from the tree branch she had landed on, near the ship wreck. A black bundle of hair was hanging loosly from the hemit on her head. Her coordinate transmitter was hangling loosly on her right ear. Her red coat hung limply revealing a lot of her uncovered stomach and black tube top. Her pale skin could almost cause a person to mistake her for a freshly dead corpse. Guee noticed her hanging and began to jump up and down trying to reach her~
"Vega! Vega! Guee choncoka!"  

[User 367130]

Silver peered over, seeing the... thing flailing around frantically, he noticed the body that was thrown up into a tree. She was extremely pale, which could mean a number of things. She could be dead, ill, or just not get out into the sunlight that often. Silver himself was quite pale, and he was obviously alive and well.

Umm... Alive, anyways.

Taking her down from the tree with care, he would lay her down on the forest floor and check for a pulse. It was about as much as he could do, not knowing a thing in the art of restoration.