The Legend of the Sword ~Middle Age Fantsy{Accepting!}(Open)

[DJCD]

Kikina sighs. "Fun..." was all she could really say.

[Somewhere Cold]

Lucinda nodded briskly. "I will take it to my grave," she said, "Now I am going to enjoy myself a little and go celebrate with the town." she walked towards the door and turned back, "Care for a dance?" she asked Thereus.

[twistingDreams]

A wave of something washed over Thereus. It hit him. T-That soul is outside. I-Its a Keenra!
But his body was not reacting. Something told him that the Keenra will attack, but not now. The festival is here. Why not celebrate? "Fine with me," he smiled.

[Somewhere Cold]

Lucinda grinned mischievously and stapes out of the door. "Then come get me..." she whispered as she wove her way in fluid steps through the crowd of dancing villagers.

[twistingDreams]

Thereus followed her, his body feeling as if it was walking by its self. The Keenra is near....I can sense it....
Thereus strained his neck to look around the crowd.

((*Sigh* Sorry, I have to go))

[Somewhere Cold]

Lucinda closed her eyes and let the music flow through her. She spun in a circle and did a gracefully sweep with her left leg outstretched as she did. The elven form of dancing was like a cross between ballet and Celtic, but with tribal roots within. The music pulsed through Luces veins like her very blood. She was so intent on her dancing, that she never noticed the Keenra. She turned to the left and felt a flash of stabbing pain in her middle. She looked down and saw a jagged blade buried to the hilt in her stomach. Lucinda fell to her knees.

[Araviir]

Evika stiffened. an evil presence was near, what could that possibly be? She thought, terrified by the feeling. she tied Mythril to a tree, in a hidden thicket were he could graze safely, she tore back through the trees, then, paused. She shifted into the form of a caramel gold, coloured hawk, she soared above the forest and soon, the town, taking in every detail. She faltered and nearly dropped like a stone, A keenra! She tilted herself into a dive, and landed behind a house, out of sight, she shifted her form back to that of a human. She crouched there for a moment, unsure of what to do, should she hide? or should she run? Reveal herself? No. She slipped around the side of the building. the same one, she realized, she'd heard the scream from before.

[twistingDreams]

The Keenra pulled back the blade. Its face was covered by a hood and a cape hung over his body. It made a wheezing, laugh-like gurgled. It stepped back.
Thereus snapped out of it and drew out Gralibar, growling. He rushed forward and slashed at the Keenra.
The Keenra leaped up with ease. "You cannot beat me, Hunter."
"Well see about that!" Thereus roared as he lashed out. The blade cut through the cloak and the Keenra was reviled.
It stood tall, seven feet. It had no eyes and its face was half red and raw and half pearly white. A long, blood red tongue that swung out of its lip-less mouth.

[Somewhere Cold]

Lucinda dropped onto her side. Her vision was splitting from the pain. She pressed her Gand to the wound, trying to staunch the bloodflow.

[twistingDreams]

The Keenra laughed. "Better help her. My blade has poison in its tip."
It had three arms. One on each side, and the blade wielding one out of his stomach.
Thereus looked back at Lucinda. At that second, the Keenra charged. He struck Thereus in the chest, but the armor saved him.