Exton

Torrent watches as K'thyri and Gareth slip inside the house. Two figures glide overhead, then silently pass. Moments later they settle, gently, onto the shingled roof. One figure turns its head and he can see Tori's reptilian profile.

The other hunches, watching the night. It cocks its head. Moments later a Hell Hound's red eyes gleam from under the porch. Torrent steadies his stance, sword at the ready. There is a soft rustle over head and Wish lands, catlike, by his side.

She grins at him and sheds her clothes. She tucks the small bundle into the crook of a tree and begins to sing. Her voice is dreamlike, but something in it washes past Torrent, leaving him untouched. Her pale body twists, as if the bones themselves were pliable. With a feral grin, she glides into the clearing, an ethereal being, dreamlike and inexplicably terrifying for all the beauty.

She dances under the moonlight, her music drifting. The magic pulls at the Drow. The stronger ones melt away, disappearing, following their leader away from the touch of unpredictable wildness. The weaker minded, less convicted, begin to drift toward the clearing. Their fellows let them go, knowing they would reveal nothing useful. By the time anyone finds where they have been staying, the Drow will be long gone.

Some shake off the pull, running silently in the wake of the main force. Two drift into the yard, holding their weapons absently. It is only when Keon appears silently behind them that they perceive a threat. The Drow turn, finding the female gone. One mutters, "Willo'wisp..."

Torrent and Twillon drift from the trees. Hell Hounds drift from shadows, spacing themselves around the clearing. Pike and Wish, back in her clothes, perch on the porch railing. Other eyes watch from the woods, some creeping out to join the Faery. Tiger and Wolf pace around the house, keeping vigilance.

The Drow say nothing, both circling Keon, their primary threat. The Dark Lord slowly spins his sword. The display is mesmerizing, distracting. One lunges only to find his cut blocked by the spinning blade. The dance begins, a fast play of grace and metal. Blood trickles from the myriad of shallow cuts that begin to appear on the three Fae. A frown crosses the face of a Drow. and he redoubles his blows. Keon moves and the Drow blade cuts deep into his companion. It is not a killing blow, but the other drops as if it is.

Trooper paces the fighters, watching the downed Fae. The fingers that reach to curl around the hilt never make it. Hell Hound teeth clamp on the swords grip and pull it out of reach. The Hound sniffs the blade and snorts at the tainted scent.

A shrouded figure pulls the downed Drow away before he can interfere with the ongoing battle. The Drow screams as the Nightflyer bends over him.

"No."

The stingray-like creature turns flat eyes to Tori as she lands beside him.

"Not here. We protect Star from,"  Her words are cut off by the creature's soft voice.

"Star."  His head turns slowly toward the cabin. Nodding once, tentacles wrap around the blueskinned fae, gripping tight. The man squirms, fighting as the Nightflyer lifts. The creature laughs softly and disappears into the night with his victim.

A shriek of blades draws Tori's attention. Determination knits the remaining Drow's brows as he puzzles out Keon's resistance to the poisoned blade. Both Fae are sweating from the exertion, yet neither show a weakness of arm.