Quickly Koko seeing the dark elf was aiming a bow jumped in front of the other elf, but her being small she was only able to cover a small area. She let out a short growl.

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He reared up on his hind feet flapping his wings in a flutter. Though he was unable to fly he was able to fan the fire, and to confuse his fellow sylestis. As the lupora darted past he simply swatted at her with his tail, not aiming to harm her yet not turning his attention from the morkko.

Torak moved quickly through the underbrush. He had been watching his target climb the tree, and was doing his best to move out of range. Darkhoof charged forward, and in one smooth motion, Torak leaped into his saddle. Tak, unhurt and unfazed, set upon the tree with speed and agility quite surprising for anyone who didn't know much about Morkkos. Pounding the trunk with his massive paws, Tak aimed to dislodge the Dark Elf fugitive. Alpha snarled, but directed her attention away from the tree toward the Nytekrie. Torak continued to stalk through the thick foliage, just out of firing range.

In his frustration about losing his target, Azaroth's guard dropped for a second. The next thing he knew, he had dropped both bow and quiver, and was doing all he could to hang onto the branch as the tree swayed. Oh, why hadn't he thought of somewhere more secure?! He battered at the infuriated morkko with his boots, slipped, and immediately gave up the effort, as his blows were like nothing to the powerful bear.

Darting forward, Torak and Darkhoof rode within range of Azaroth's feet with sword in hand. Slasing at the branches, he aimed to dislodge his target, while Darkhoof kicked away the bow and quiver. Alpha lunged in a false charge on the Nytekrie, aiming to take it's focus off of Tak before darting back into the bushes.

Koko approached the dark elf sitting by him not doing much as she had nothing else to do, she pawed at the dark elf waiting for a reaction.

Azaroth, slightly stunned, groaned softly, rubbing his eyes with one hand. His other shoulder seemed to have been wrenched by the fall. There would be little more fighting for him this night, he knew from the way his muscles protested as he struggled to try and stand up.

Koko barked alerting the other sylestis, she watched the dark elf cautiously.

"...who are you?" he slurred, the question aimed mostly at the other elf, though he didn't really expect a reply.

"I am he who lives with the trolls," Torak replied coldly, sword aimed at Azaroth, "Who are YOU? And why is it you make camp so close to the troll caves, outcast?"

Tak sat down heavily on the ground, one paw on the Dark Elf's chest, panting from the exertion of combat. Darkhoof remained mostly motionless, occasionally directing his attention to Alpha.