Cilan chuckled. Of course Mallory wasn't the type of person who would hide. Adamson boys were attracted to warriors, not damsels in distress. His smile dropped when he saw the rain, though. Instead of feeding the plants, it was combining with the frost to form a thick slush.
"I miss them too," he admitted as he walked after Mallory. The cold rain was very uncomfortable for him, but he wasn't in excruciating pain. This would be torture for Solara though.
"After what happened with the guards, everything just feels dark. But that's why we're making this journey. To bring back the light for all of Hesenia." Cilan managed a smile as he trudged through the thickening slush. "And I'm glad I have you by my side. This isn't something I can do alone."
"You can help by cooking me a nice chicken dinner," Timpani joked as she put Silas in a headlock, messing up his hair affectionately. "Just kidding. You can shoot people from the roof, while I'm down there bashing heads. Don't be stealing my thunder though. If you shoot one of my victims, I'm gonna play an augmented chord all night." The augmented chord was a combination of three notes that sounded very unpleasant for the trained Windwoods ear.
"Ten," Cyprian said deviously. With Jaai by his side, he felt like he could take on anything. As long as he was ready. The last time didn't count, he was not prepared at all.
Cyprian scowled at the kid with white hair. "Knock yourself out, Beetleboy," he taunted. Here was another smaller dude to call an insect name. Oh, and he almost forgot about Gavotte.
"Quit standing around, Gnatboy. You and Beetleboy are-"
"Your attitude sounds like a squeaking clarinet. Shut up or you'll sing soprano for a week," Timpani threatened and shook her fist. She was wearing a tank top that showed off her muscular arms, but Cyprian smirked.
"I'm stronger than you. Don't make threats to the wrong people."
"It was a promise, not a threat. But I nearly forgot..." Timpani looked him up and down distastefully. "Fighting a toddler would suck. And I am not allowed to hit boys."
Cyprian was extremely confused, and just stared at her in surprise. Then he looked away because he didn't know how to even respond. These people...
"Thank you," Rowan replied softly as Rose wished them luck. He would naturally be expected to hide, too. He was terrified of blood and he hated violence. But he needed to do his part. People would get hurt today, and it was Rowan's job to heal them. He would work beside Tacet and keep everyone calm.
Tacet stood beside his daughter. In case she got angry again, he was ready to help. The deadliest weapon of a healer was their own power. It could calm even the most enraged beast. Before the blessing had taken effect, a manticore from the mountains had attacked the village. It was a matriarch of its kind, so even the best Windwoods warriors couldn't make a dent in it. They were just distracting it so Tacet could approach from behind. As soon as he touched the monster's flank, it was over. Now as calm and docile as a baby rabbit, the manticore curled up on the ground and fell asleep. It took thirty women to carry it back to the mountains.
Of course, it wasn't completely failsafe. Any murderer who attacked with cold, calculating logic wouldn't be swayed. The angrier the murderer was, the better. It meant they would probably stop attacking as soon as he calmed them.
"Only one person is strong enough to undo Solara's blessing," he murmured. "The one who defeated her."
"Sorry, nobody alive in our village can fly. It's a good idea, though," Gavotte told Olivia with a smile. Even though he could feel a battle coming, he could feel it in his very bones, he still was smiling. He was really like his dad. "I can look out for you, because my senses are very sharp. I will be on the roof. I'm not the best fighter, but with my power, I can warn you guys in any situation."