Moonlight is always an enjoyable sight regardless of where one might see it, the light emitted from it or the essence of the profoundness of what the moon can embody or symbolize. Small glimpses of light reflected off the quaint leaves through the forest, shimmering to put on display the full beauty of the night. Remenisicient of tiny fireflies escaping into the darkness, illuminating the way home. Only the rustling from the leaves could be heard, the wind light enough to not rustle any leaves. 

Slowly, quietly, steps can be overheard from the brush, small rustlings coming off the foliage. Two crimson medium sized feet slowly comes out from around the bush. "I do quite enjoy the wilderness, especially forests. But! it wouldn't hurt to rest a bit in the city a while". Complaints arising from the crimson skinned Tiefling, coughing a few times. Weirdly enough, a leaf flew out from within his mouth, gliding out as it was attuned to the coughing. Gently free falling towards the forest floor, yet it flew with the gentle breeze which swayed it off in a different direction. Tilting his head upwards with his chin traveling upwards a couple of inches, basking in the ever elegent view of the moon. Feeling his gaze could rest upon the sight for an eternity, he forcibly turn his head away to focus back on the journey. 

Not more than a few steps later, he becomes completely stock still. As if in shock, a surprised face emerges. "What exactly was I tasked with again?" A look of contemplation switches out his prior expression, swapping fast enough that no one would know the Tiefling wore a shocked expression a few moments earlier. Finally an expression filled with wisdom appeared "Right. I was tasked with searching for a nest of invasive insects, then completely wiping out a nest of theirs. I am a tad glad to have taken up such a request, so normal civilians may be safer after my work." A tiny smile etched itself upon the medium sized Tiefling, "I guess there's the other reason I picked up this request. I wonder how insects would feel upon my fists?" Good thing I've been training more, new prey awaits.

Walking over to the path he set out for himself, the steps taken are steady containing the confidence built from his combat experience. In a semi-relaxed state, his muscles taut. Moving forward, keeping a decently fast tempo as he ventures forth. Eyes searching, left and right. Taking in all the sights around, ensuring he doesn't miss a thing. Left with only the small sounds of the leaves, the chilliness of the night, a lone man advancing forward in the dead of night.

The Lantern Light Wood is a beautiful little spot filled with softly glowing bioluminescent ferns and trees of all different colors. It was like walking through an aurora or rainbow. Many unique plants grew in the Lantern Light Wood, some that grew no where else and were quite rare even in a world saturated with strange and fantastical things. The main draw to this areas was, of course, the lantern light bulbs that grew from the trees and illuminated the wood, thus its name. 

News of some sort of threat to the lantern light bulbs was not something Zarius tended to take very seriously. The charcoal skinned tiefling was no horticulturist or botanist. Nor did he have any use for the plants himself. No, this once again was just another situation he could leverage to continue to build good relations with those who cared about these things far more than he did. Between the beastman druid who saved his arm and the Witch of Moonglade, the crime syndicate mobster had plenty of motivation to get involved despite how it may appear to those without context. 

That didn't really explain the odd situation he found himself in now though. While traveling unseen and silent through the wood in search of these supposed invasive bugs which are destroying the lantern light bulbs, the sound of someone speaking draws his attention for a moment.^[1,2] Zarius wasn't expecting to run into anyone out in the wilderness so late at night, let alone someone talking to themselves aloud. 

Carefully walking across tree branch from tree branch, he follows the man for a while, listening to his prattling and getting a sense for what his motivations are. Seems they were there for the same reason. Curiously, the man is also unarmed. Zarius was not such a fool to assume this meant the red tiefling was defenseless. He himself often used his appearing unarmed to garner a false sense of security from others he confronts. Still, he had many tricks up his sleeve, and should this individual act aggressively, he could easily slip away. He decides to circle around to cut off the man's path of travel.

Getting to a large branch crossing over the trail the red tiefling was following, Zarius allows his body weight to list off the side as he steps around the branch. His boots stick to the surface of the bark, supporting his weight and allowing himt o stand upside down on the branch before he allows his invisibility to drop just as the red tiefling is within a few strides of crossing beneath the branch. His golden eyes gleam in the dark and are the only visible trait of the charcoal, darkly dressed tiefling as most of his form is silhouetted by the soft glow coming from some ferns further up the path.^[3]

"You are going to wake the whole forest if you keep talking out loud. Or are you assuming those bugs do not have any sense of hearing?"

He asks, his tone making his words come off as a friendly joke, though the smile on his face looks more mocking than anything else. 

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[1] Invisibility
[2] Silent Step
[3] Dark Vision
[4] Spider Silk Boots

Taken aback by this new arrival, halting his movements. Tenseness forming within his muscles, ready to act whenever he needs to. Hearing what sounds to be a friendly personality from the tone as well as their manner of speech. Gazing at the dark grey Tiefling, scanning from head to toe as he searches for any abnormality coming from this person. Whether it be the others' facial expression, the prescence carried alongside them, or the equipment adorning the slightly shorter Tiefling these were all different parts commonly seen through experienced adventurers and others of the same ilk. All of which astonished the red Tiefling, focusing on the one who initiated a conversation there are spots of light illuminating parts of his body. Giving him a more picturesque or intriguing feeling. Being able to catch Zeras unaware, the grey skinned Tiefling was by no means a slouch. Rather it should be a testament to the skills honed by them. As one who has spent a modicum of time practicing his stealth, he understands the implications which this scary arrival brings with him. If he so chose to do so, Zeras would not even have a chance at retaliation. The, what could be called aura of this individual is rather otherworldly in a sense that the grey Tiefling is factually real. Yet, true strength could be what this man embodied. A distant concept for Zeras.

The man adorned with mockery plastered on the face, spewed forth words of jest or of that nature. Had I not viewed that smile, I would've taken him for a genuinely kind person. To be fair, I have not yet seen one who is of such nature. "I suppose I shall take your advice. See, this is the first time I'm traveling around the world. Not much of what could be 'common sense' is within this head of mine". Sending off a smile of his own, not one sinister in nature at the same time, it doesn't belong to the category of kindness. A smile somewhat innocent, but a few traces of darkness lurks underneath. 


Staying wary of this dangerous individual, he takes glimpses of the surroundings. "May I ask what an esteemed person such as yourself is doing, loitering in the forest at night? Surely not a nightly stroll, I take it?" To think of this as a coincidence, it would be a better guess to think that battles aren't rampant in the Ash Lands. Taking in fresh breaths of the wonderful nightly air, not that the smell is different. The ambience, the atmosphere is a great change for people as well as their emotions. Calmly entering in discourse is the only way to gain more information while staying alive, during the time where the other Tiefling's motive is uknown. Though if the goal of the night was to slay me, he wouldn't let out any noise or speak out to me.

His grin widens at the response from Zeras. He couldn't help himself sometimes, especially when it came to teasing someone who seems very out of place. Upon closer inspection, the red tiefling is clearly dressed in Zeinavian garb. It was a large region and tieflings were very common there. What piqued Zarius' interest was the potential that this young man could possibly another ambitious soul born from the ashes of the Ash Lands, much like himself.

"I see, you do appear to be very far from home."

Zarius steps off the branch and flips upright, landing on his feet like a cat.^[1] There's a bit of a clinking of glass heard from one of the pouches secured to his belt. He faces the young man and tucks his hands into his pockets while resting his weight back on one leg and his tail which coils on the ground. 

"Judging by what I overheard, we are here for the same reason. Just some not-so-friendly pest control."

Keeping a respectful distance, he circles around the red tiefling. The young man couldn't be any older than the other red tiefling he knows. Though he seems to have more confidence and is able to keep his head even when confronted by a stranger in the dark. All good qualities to have if pointed in the right direction. He stops in front of him again and smiles.

"It would not be a bad idea to combine our efforts. I am a little curious about how capable you are. You carry no weapons, so you must have other means of defending yourself."

He pauses then gives a nod of respect. "Allow me to introduce myself, the name is Zarius and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

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[1] Cats Grace

Watching Zarius circle around, understanding his line of thought in regards to taking a closer look at what could be deemed as a dangerous individual. Not an uncomfortable feeling, rather it was an exhilirating experience. Mind you, he is alike to a line where he errs only forward. The pressure emanating from the other, allowed a new door to open. A goal of sorts, to become even more capable as a resident of this cruel and harsh world. Blood and lives are the foundations to society, no matter how it occurred. The scent of death was faint, covered in a fresher scent suggestive of someone who has much to hide or has gone through many grueling events. Knuckles bent, fists clenched, a bright smile. The strongest I've met so far is him. The rest cannot even compare to the tips of his hair. I would like to test my mettle against him when I grow into a truly mature combatant. 

A miniscule sound of laughter escapes into the night. "Quite a coincidence. I was mulling over the same idea. I am rather sure you are a capable person, but I am sure my capabilities do not reach yours as of this moment. I would enjoy a spar with you, if not for my inexperience." Staring deeply at Zarius with a sense of respect for a person with amazing capabilities.
A broad smile entering his face, bowing ever slightly with his torso with his right hand outstretched. "Since you have introduced yourself, it would be quite rude of me to not reciprocate. Zeras, a traveling monk. Quite a pleasure to gain your acquaintance". 

Taking a moment of pause after the discourse. "Shall we begin our search for these unfortunate prey of ours?"

The charcoal skinned tiefling blinks in the low light then chuckles a bit. 

"Bold. Alright. If you are so keen to fight me perhaps you should set your sights on the Fighter's Guild. Impress me and I can put in a good word for you. Plenty of unique and strong fighters are already members and you could certainly learn a thing or two from them."

Zeras vaguely reminded him of Gerhart, another young adventurer just getting their start in the world and eager to get stronger. Though there was something else about Zeras that struck a chord with Zarius. Something darker lurked behind the monk's eyes. 

His suspicions are proved correct when Zeras introduces himself. He must be part of a monastery that trains martial arts. He vaguely recalls hearing of one in the Ash Lands, though he's never been there himself nor has he looked into it. Perhaps if this man proved to be of use it would be worth his time to learn more about it. 

The Ash Lands, regardless of one's upbringing, always has a profound influence on the morals of those who live there. It is an unforgiving, cruel place where you can be backstabbed around any corner or simply vanish in the middle of the night, never to be seen or heard from again. It was a land as politically volatile as the volcano which constantly spewed ash clouds into the sky, blotting out the sun and hiding the blood stains under a layer of fine dust. 

At the very least, the man had manners and wasn't foolish enough to pick a fight with him here and now.

"We shall."

He nods and glances about. The information he had gathered from some locals before setting off into the wood mentioned uprooted trees. This part of the forest seems largely intact, meaning that their quarry must be elsewhere.

"Word is that the insects are quite large and dangerous. It should be fairly obvious where they have been once we get closer to the nest."

Zarius turns and starts leading the way through the softly glowing trees.

"You mentioned traveling and are clearly not of this region, where abouts in Zeinav do you hail from?"

He keeps his voice low, but for the time being a little conversation can't hurt. While he could travel a lot stealthier on his own, he was less concerned about the insects now than he was about the prospect of gaining a new ally in the young man. Though, in order for that to happen, he would need more information on who exactly Zeras was.

The fighters guild. Sounds it is a venture to be made in the future. Listening to Zarius' speech, advancing along the floor of the forest. Fascinated by the mere thought of experiencing stronger fighters, fists starts clenching with even more force. The emotion embodied at this moment, was pure and utter excitement. Only by experiencing stronger opponents can a person truly grow. 

"If I could truly have the opportunity to learn from those which even you deem strong. Then I suppose I have to show you my capabilities". Smiling at the opposite, taking a few glances to determine if he displays any emotion towards interest in the guild. Not blindly foolish to display his complete set of skills as that would ruin any chances of prevailing over stronger opponents in the future. A small desolate glint appears in his eyes a few moments. If only I knew that earlier. 

Mulling over the information given by Zarius, commiting to memory the description of these insects. "If I may add my opinion of this matter. Since these are large insects, they have definitely left traces around the forest. Whether it be small clues ranging to larger traces. Something close to perhaps broken branches or partitions of grass". Continuing along, creating a bit more discourse to understand their plan better. There's nothing wrong with creating a plan. 

A peal of crisp laughter enters the moon covered forest. "I suppose I am wearing something which could be distinguished as clothing from Zeinav, but". Another bout of laughter echoes out. "I am not a native to the desert of Zeinav. Suprisingly enough, I have never ventured out there." Creating a block of time to search around the area, probing for any foes whether they be insects or something more difficult to deal with.

"From whereabouts does a person such as yourself hail from?" Understanding that many around dislike trading information around their personal identities, desperately attempting to ensure the other had a method of escaping the question. Whether or not he answers now, Zeras has a feeling he will understand this later on in the future.

"There certainly are fighters there I would consider stronger than myself. There is a minotaur named Shaa who is particularly formidable. He has a habit of ripping the limbs off his enemies and then using that to bludgeon them."

He waves his hand dismissively. What Shaa lacked in finesse he more than made up for with brute strength. And much to the surprise of many, Shaa was actually very good at coming up with combat strategies. Though more often than not they ended up with more collateral damage than necessary. 

"It would be good to determine if these creatures can fly or not. I am afraid I have very limited ranged options. My preference is if we can sneak up on them and destroy the nest before they can retaliate, then we can pick off the stragglers."

They'd need to do more reconnaissance to come up with a more solid plan. He wasn't even sure what the nest looked like or was made out of, so fire might not even be an option to explore. Ideally they wouldn't set the whole forest ablaze if they could help it since the whole point was to save the iconic trees. 

"You are from the Ash Lands then." It's a statement rather than a question, he had already guessed that it was the case before, but having verbal confirmation was useful. "I too am from there."

He pauses and steps over to a tree and runs his hand along its bark. There was a deep gouge in in that oozed crystal clear sap. It was still tacky, so the damage was fairly fresh. 

"This way."

Stepping over a root, he skulks through the forest and notes that the light is slowly dwindling as fewer and fewer lantern light bulbs hang from the branches of the trees. They were getting close. He stops and reaches into a pouch then holds it out for Zeras.^[1]

"You can use this to help go unnoticed."

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[1] Potion of Shadows: A vial of dark purple liquid that swirls and moves on its own. This vial has enough liquid to drink one sip, letting you use it once per topic and the effects of the potion will only last for two post. Once you drink this potion, your motions will become silent; any foot steps, limb movements or actions taken will make no sound what so ever. In addition anything you interact with will also make no sound, including stepping on sticks, rocks or glass.

Hearing about this minotaur brings a chill to his bones. Sounds like he would be a riot at parties. Expecting quite a bit from his future endeavors as well as who he may meet later on, the blood within the body of his seethes at this dangerous thinking. Processing the fresh traces on the tree, agreeing with the spoken analysis. Slightly nodding his head forward. Tearing himself away from his thoughts, paying attention towards the item held in front of him.


Observing the small vial containing dark liquid which lay in the hands of the grey Tiefling. Admiring the craftsmanship of such an item while attempting to better understand what exactly is in there. Judging by the spoken words of Zarius, it appears to be a type of stealth potion. Plucking the vial out of the hand, feeling the feathery weight of the potion. 

"My thanks for giving such an item to me". Realizing he has no methods to defeat a flying opponent. "My thoughts are quite similar to yours. It is preferable to both of us to stealthily approach the nest and quickly obliterate it." There is not much information to create a detailed plan. The ideal would be to have the capability to destroy the nest with physical power, but many plans end up awry. 

"I thought we were a bit similar and apparently that is why. From the ash lands, quite a harsh place to live. Yet, there is not a better place to become stronger, mentally or physically." Finally understanding why they had a few similarities made him feel a sense of camraderie, yet gaining more sense of caution around the other. Becoming more aware of the movements taken around him. 

Holding onto the vial, bringing it close to his lips. Taking in the liquid slowly as if savoring the flavour, which the potion holds. Stepping forward, slowly observing all occurrences around the two. Sneakily advancing around trees or other large parts of nature. Very quickly, they caught sight of a large nest wrapped on the side of a tree. Stopping quite a bit away from the nest, Zeras takes some time observing the happenings of the vicinity around the nest. A few, what seems to be insects stalking outside of the nest. Acting as guards. Getting a clearer look, there are four large insects.

"It has its charm."

For now, the conversation would have to continue after they were done. They some bugs to exterminate first. 

He waits for Zeras to finish taking the potion then moves forward silently, careful not to step on any leaves or twigs to alert the patrolling insects.^[1] The nest was massive, which considering the size of the insects only made sense. It seemed to be made of some sort of paper material, much like wasps' nest. Likely made from the lantern light trees which the bugs were tearing up from what was left of the surrounding woods. 

The insects themselves, did look very much like giant wasps, but they were resting on the ground and seemed fairly sluggish. Perhaps they were not nocturnal and preferred to be active during the daylight. That would work in their favor. Still, they could fly. That would be a problem. 

Zarius considers their options. He certainly could set the nest ablaze, but that would give their position away. If they ambushed the four guard bugs and slipped up, they could alert the rest of the colony and then the two fighters would be swarmed. Another option was to lure the guards away and then deal with them further from the nest. That would probably be their best option, especially if if they could pin them down somehow. 

"Wait here." He whispers to Zeras before turning invisible and racing back the way they came.^[2]

A few moments pass before Zarius returns which is only indicated by a glowing lantern light bulb in his hand. 

"I will lure the guards from the nest, follow in behind them so we can flank them. Make sure to cripple their wings first and do not get bitten or stung."

He creeps forward while unseen and silent. Getting closer to the guards, he waves the bulb in the air a bit to draw their attention.

The giant wasps' antennae twitch as they pick up on the scent of the bulb and start crawling across the ground towards it. The tiefling keeps his distance and ensures he has all of their attention on him as he lures them away from the nest. 

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[1] Silent Step
[2] Invisibility

Seems he’s quite confident in the capabilities he wields. Watching the fantastic scene of a lone Tiefling chased madly by a few large insects, was quite an amazing sight. Not one to be seen often. 

The insects took the bait, following after Zarius. The distance widening between those few guard insects and their nest steadily increases. Quite a length pass, before Zeras determines there would be no chance of the noise made at their location would echo loud enough to alert the rest of the nest. Running past many trees, some large while others were small. A large clearing appears with around the length of a usual street in Capitol’s landing. Only grass as well as few shrubberies detail the lonesome field.

The wasp looking insects stay in rather a mess of what could be called a formation. Which truly surprised the Tiefling, as he thought these insects to act off of instinct. The shape of their group was reminiscent of a diamond shape, yet there were many gaps that were large enough to fit a massive tree. Perhaps, this batch had to hunt or organize other specific events with the current grouping. As the foes continue on, the gaps emanating from these wasp like insects were only becoming more plain to see. 


Alright, let’s get this party started. Starting with the south tip of the diamond, launching a right fist aimed towards the right wing. In hopes to rupture the wings which appear to be brittle, a membrane of skin appearing to have minimal coverage over the wings. Right when contact was made, the wing had a surprising amount of toughness to it. This isn’t going to work. Bringing his arm back to his side, resetting his whole arm to punch in the direction of its waist. Connecting to the body, a fleshy sensation reverberated to his arm. That’s where they are weak. Cocking his right arm back, prepping for a harder punch containing his body weight in conjunction to the speed at which he will smash into the waist of the wasp. Launching this incredibly heavy punch, at the moment Zeras connected his punch offered him a most intriguing sensation. Stringy, firm, but in a sense it was quite gelatinous. Slamming down the foe with all the might available at this particular moment. Half the waist completely caved into its body, blood leaking out the pores. Small, weak movements are all the insect can offer before the light, however faint it may be, fades away into eternal darkness. One down, three to go. Is all he thinks before bringing him back to standing positions, dashing to the creature on the right side of the diamond. 

Zeras kicks off the fight with a sudden ambush of the rear-most wasp. There is no time to worry about the young man. He would have to handle that one himself while Zarius keeps the other three busy. He throws the softly glowing fruit to the side, drawing two of them away as the other one takes note of its friend under attack. 

Running forward, the invisible tiefling manages to get right up to the insect's head as he slips his knuckles knives onto his fists.^[1] He quickly slams his reinforced fist into the creature's head, cratering its exoskeleton and splattering its head across the ground.^[2] His invisibility flickers from the powerful strike, and he becomes visible once more. 

The two remaining insects figure out they are under attack as the second one slumps to the ground and they pick up the scent of the scattered guts. They flap their wings until there is a resonating buzzing noise and they lift off the ground.

Zarius doesn't hesitate to pursue them. He runs up a tree close to the nearest one and pushes off of the trunk, making a leaping grab for its back legs as it rises into the air.^[3] His hand catches onto one leg and his grip is strong enough to support his whole weight.^[4] The wasp wavers in the air, weighed down by the tiefling but not enough to drag it back to the ground.

As the wasp gains altitude, the other one sets its attention on Zeras, ready to dive bomb him.

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[1] Dashing
[2] Backstab
[3] Spider Silk Boots
[4] Iron Grip

Setting his sights on that weirdly grotesque insect ready to start a small skirmish against Zeras, taking in the full details of its body. Not worried in the slightest for his partner, trusting he’ll get the job done. Running toward the flying insect, formulating a quick plan within that head of his. Loosening up his hands as well as his limbs, nearing the monster-like enemy. Predicting the flight path of the insect was considerably easy, as it was rushing forward with barely any deviations. From the looks of it, the target is my chest. Quite a predictable move, to say the least. 

Coming into a meter range, using the steady velocity to lower his body where he transferred velocity from his feet to his legs. Sliding on his back, face positioned towards the sky. Quickly raising both hands up. The wasp couldn’t keep up with a quick maneuver as such, both hands hang onto the abdomen. Stalling it in one position, bringing his arms down towards the ground. Fast and with power, he slams the bug fiercely with the intention to at least slow down the motor functions of the foe. It’s carapace was a tiny bit caved into its body, blood splattering about. Some spilling onto the clothes of the scarlet tiefling. Weakly attempting to force its wings to create any type of motion, rewards it with more pain and it can barely raise itself off the floor. A tough one, aren’t you? I like that grit. Seeing it fly around unsteadily, but with the willpower or a similar force pushing it towards Zeras has him finding admiration at this small action. Determine that this fight is coming to an end, dashing off the dirty floor of the forest. Feeling the fresh air, the dewy grass, and the incredible tension his opponent brings. Ecstasy. The only word to describe such a feeling.

Launching a single fist towards the abdomen, the wasp spearing forward with its stinger. Apparently wanting to end this battle in one blow, the same as Zeras. The moment before collision, he twists his body ever so slightly to the left as to avoid the stinger with the most minimal movement while the wasp pushed out even more force into its stinger aimed straight to the head. A very close escape is what it could be called in its entirety, the wasp thrown back a meter or two. The whole body covered in viscous blood, drenching parts of the grass around it. Wiping the sweat from his forehead and a sigh escapes from his mouth. Taking a moment to sight his partners’ fight, a view of a tiefling leaving a wasp corpse in the wake of his path and taking hold of another. “Well. Are you having any trouble with that large insect over there?” A smirk coming into full view, with the eyes mirroring the other tiefling hanging onto a wasp.

Zarius glances down as Zeras manages to take down the wasp dive bombing him. The red tiefling wouldn't need any assistance it seemed. Good, he had his hands full up here as the wasp tries to shake him off and shoots up into the sky.

He doesn't let go even as the wasp quickly changes directions. The shift in momentum gives him the leverage to swing under the creature's thorax and strike upwards into its underside.^[1] The wrappings on his arms unravel and strike out, lashing around the wasp's body and pinning one of its wings to its side.^[2]

Without any means to keep aloft, the wasp starts to fall back towards the ground below. Zarius feels the pull of gravity and knows that he has to act fast before both wasp and himself become splats on the forest floor. He pulls on the wasp and manages to clamber over it as to put its body between himself and the rapidly approaching soil. 

The creatures struggles and manages to close its mandibles around his ankle as he pins it under his knee. A sharp pain from the force of the vice grip shoots up his leg and he grimaces before there's a rush of tree branches and leaves that engulfs them. The sound of snapping branches and tearing foliage resonates through the forest, followed by a dull thud. 

The wasp had been shredded during the impact, having careened through several layers of forest canopy before slamming into the ground. Zarius had been tossed off of it during when is smashed through a fairly thick branch, though he hadn't let go without taking something with him. The head of the wasps was still latched onto his ankle even after he tumbled across the ground and recovered into a kneeling position.^[3]

He huffs and catches his breath as things settle down to being quiet once more. It was a good thing they had lured these creatures out as far as they did, otherwise the nest would have been alerted. Zarius grips onto the mandibles still pinching into his ankle and pries it open with some effort. There's definitely some blood, but nothing was broken. 

He gets up and dusts himself off, stepping over to the red tiefling. "Trouble? None at all."

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[1] Reverse of Momentum (1/topic)
[2] Constrictor Wraps
[3] Cats Grace

Watching the surrounding environment to ensure no wildlife can sneak up on the duo. Not many would be able to do so, but it is a good habit. Waiting a few moments for Zarius to gather his bearings after the combat. Analyzing the whole image of him, there are few blots of blood. “Got a bit bloody? Though it seems to be a shallow wound only, so I suppose that is quite amazing in its own right”. After watching the other during a bit of their combat session with the insect, left Zeras with a impression of profoundness with his movements and the fluidity between the movements. Taking his gaze off the dark covered Tiefling, moving the view onto his own body and a bit of blood covered his fist with evident bruising. Taking hold of the two insects which he felled, moving over to the ones which his partner had sent to the afterlife. Pushing them over to a shady area to attempt to hide the bodies, so these would not be found. Wiping off his hands and watching the bodies as he moved away. Not too bad, though there is quite a bit more to come. I think.

Coming around to Zarius, wondering what’s the next part of the plan. Though a faint idea enters into the brain he has. Staring at Zarius “Let’s start up the next part of our plan, shall we?” Starting off towards the nest once more, with the same quiet he held as before. Light and noiseless steps forward, only the wind could be heard.