As Lixue and company retreated from the void beasts, holy arrows pierced and forced the beasts back following a voice boomed through the battlefield in the direction of their retreat. "GO! FALL BACK TO THE VILLAGE"! Looking to the source she would see a large man in garb similar to her own. While Man's attire differed vastly from hers it seemed familiar to her.

"Don't have to tell me twice"!

"Thanks for the assist".

The group of adventurers would thank the Man as he charged past all but Lixue who stared at him as his body glowed with holy power. Following his movements watching him charge right through the beast's lines. His movements and style reminded her of her Brother's more close combat approach using magic to enchant his body to further improve his own physical prowess. Breaking further from the Monk, Lixue still watched his movements even when it looked as if he had run his body ragged. Stopped her retreat the other adventures would continue on all expect for Korg. "Lixue what are you doing come on"! Still looking at the Man who had served as a rearguard for their retreat, "But that man he looks like he's at his limit, I can't leave him to die"! Telling Korg to keep going the Orc reluctantly continued to retreat. Reading her spell she was well aware that saving this man may cause her to lose control, but she had to try.

With her spell at the ready, another feat of magic was prepared before her own. Nearby the ship a bright light shone through the blackened horde transforming into a dragon. Releasing her spell as she watched the dragon swoop down and pluck the Monk from his certain demise. Now that he was safe she regrouped with the Adventures and Rosenites as the Faux Dragon terrorized the void beast lines.

"Mad you didn't get to play the hero"? Korg teased Lixue as she met up with the rest of the group and the Rosenites. Simply shaking her head as she was too focused on controlling herself than making light of a desperate situation. "Hey we're you going I was just joking"! Leaving Korg, for now, she approached what appeared to be the Rosenite in charge. By how she barked orders and kept order among the ranks it would be safe to say that she was in charge. The Captain was far taller than Lixue with sun kissed skin and a mix of green and red eyes. "Good day are you one of the adventures that were aboard the ship"? Before she could speak Korg rested an arm over the Undead Priestess, "She sure is and one of the reasons we're not all five feet under"! The other Adventures cheered still in high spirits even when faced with death. "So how'd you make all those ice explosions I've never seen anything like that"! Korg would continue to nudge Lixue as she tried to keep her cool as the line of Rosenites gave off quite a bit of magical essence. The Rosenite Captin's brow raised as the Orc mentioned something rather interesting, "You were the one that released all that magic early… impressive for someone so young" The captain's interest was peak and the Girl gave off an odd aura, one of death and unending hunger. Leaving her inquiries for later, the Captain focused on the task at hand, "Are you able to cast"? Lixue shook her head as she was barely keeping her sanity with all the life energy around her. "A shame, but you did help us immensely as well as the other two returning, we should be able to mop of the rest of these beasts with the remaining adventures". Turning away the Captain went back to her troops reading them to brace for an enemy charge. The remaining able bodied adventures with ranged weaponry would station themselves behind the Rosenite line while the others would move off to the side to flank the enemy when they charged. Lixue and the others unable to continue to fight would be ready to leave as they would be more of a hindrance than a help.

As they weakened group readied to depart the Faux Dragon that had plucked the man from certain demise had landed nearby chancing back into their original form. Jogging over to the Monk and the Woman how seemed just as exhausted as she was. "Can you stand? If not I can assist". Offering a hand to the Monk first as he was more of an interest to her. "All of those who are unable to fight are leaving as to not hinder the rest of the group".

He could see the Rosenites ahead…

A furious, bestial roar accompanied the wave of heat from behind him, but still Trafalgor didn't turn to look behind him. He was almost there… less than two hundred yards. He just had to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

It wasn't until a shadow fell over him and the gust of air nearly blew him off of his feet that he reacted to whatever was going on behind him, but by the time he'd turned his head, he was already being lifted away from the ground. Refusing to go down without any fight at all, Trafalgor drew back his fist and twisted his body around in the the claws of the… dragon? Since when had a dragon been on the battlefield?!

The amused voice of his young friend within his mind drained all of the rest of the fight out of him and he finally allowed his body to relax. He'd completely forgotten that he hadn't broken the Telepathic Bond between them when he went to delay the horde… Trafalgor let out a helpless chuckle as they flew over the Rosenite defensive line. *You couldn't have picked a better time, Cub.*

In what seemed like no time at all, Attie had dropped him a fairly safe distance behind the Rosenites, landed next to him and had transformed back to her normal form in a flash of light. He had fallen to his hands and knees, taking deep, even breaths, and glanced over at the girl next to him with a proud grin. He sat back on his heels, reached out, grabbed Attie by her shirt, and pulled her close to him in a one-armed hug. "Thank you for pulling me clear, Cub. I owe you one." He tightened his embrace for a moment before loosening it to allow her to pull away if she desired to. He then glanced up towards the village and noted that it looked deserted. "The villagers?"

After getting her explanation, his grin widened even further. "Good work. I knew I could count on you." He ruffled her hair affectionately, then drew his arm back, and focused inward for a moment. His magickal core was slowly refilling as he rested, but he knew it would be some time before he could perform magick on the level he had been during the short fight again. That being said, he still had enough for several easy spells… and he could speed up the process slightly.

With a small exertion of magick, he summoned his Iron Wood staff into his hand from the aether and stood it upright next to him as he drew in a deep breath. A new voice startled him out of his next action and he turned his head to look up at the woman offering her assistance. He really must have been tired if he missed someone approaching them in the middle of a combat situation like this. He immediately reached out with his magick to get a sense for her - and to see if he could identify her based on what he had sensed during his Dashing Strikes.

As soon as he felt her, however, he froze as he sensed her own wrongness. This, indeed, was the one responsible for the ice explosions he had sensed, but in the chaos of battle, he hadn't been focused on deeply identifying every aspect of her signature. That was not the case with her standing directly before him. Without a doubt, the woman before him was undead. It had only taken a single trip to Inferos and interacting with Serafina to forever memorize the feeling of Death magicks. Further than that, he could feel the twisting chaos within her and the look in her eyes showed traces of her having some sort of internal struggle. Her mind fighting for control against her instincts, perhaps?

He knew intellectually that the undead caused a fundamental imbalance in the cycle of Life and Death… and that his own Path of Seeking Balance in the World called for him to remove this woman from the 'Life' she held within her that allowed her to function as any other. However…

His instincts told him that this was an ally.

He looked beyond her to where the Rosenites were going about the business of mopping up the last of the abominations with the assistance of those adventurers that had long-range attacks at their disposal… and his gut feeling solidified his decision for him. There was a larger Imbalance to correct right now… and this woman was clearly helping to counteract the present disaster. The rest of it was irrelevant for now.

He returned his gaze to the mage and gave an easy smile as he replied. "I can, but assistance offered freely from a comrade is always appreciated." He reached out his free hand to grasp the crook of her elbow firmly and, hoisting himself up with both his staff and her help, he returned to his feet and released his grip. "Much obliged, friend. You are the mage responsible for the ice explosions," he stated plainly, then bowed his head for a moment. "While I have much to say regarding your means of entering the field of battle, your scope of power cannot be denied." He smiled to show he was only half-joking and went on. "I am Trafalgor," he introduced himself, placing his free hand on his chest, then gestured towards Attie, "and this is my companion, Attie. I thank you for your assistance in clearing a path for everyone to retreat safely."

He paused for a moment, hesitating a bit as he looked beyond her to make sure no one else was nearby, then pressed on. "I will be direct, as we have no time to observe the normal niceties," he said in a low tone, so that only the three of them would hear. "Is there anything that I can do to help you with whatever it is you are struggling with? Magick? Blood? Flesh?"

Attie felt like she could barely stand. She was not ready for that spell yet. Before the war started, she had been practicing advanced transformation spells. The dragon transformation spell was one of the spells that she had just started practicing. The fact that she was able to pull it off at all was incredible but there were always consequences for performing a spell that one wasn't ready for. Attie could feel her stomach churning and that all of her mana was gone. Suddenly, she was being pulled into a one-armed hug by Trafalgor and she felt relief flood through her mind. Attie knew she shouldn't have used the dragon spell, she should have used a smaller animal like a Hippogriff or something else. But the job was done and Traf was safe. That was all that mattered in the end. She pulled away to explain what happened with the villagers. 

"I managed to get them all organized and put together." Attie explained, "I couldn't open a gate big enough for their caravans so I had them take only what they could carry. They are safe now so we don't have to worry about them anymore." 

She smiled after hearing his approval and was happy to see that he was alright. When he summoned his Iron Wood staff and another person called out to them, Attie knew that now would be a good time to duck behind a boulder. She quickly ran behind a large stone and puked. Even with her potions, Attie didn't know if it was a good idea for her to stay on battle. Any extra spells might cause too much of a strain on her. But she couldn't leave these people behind. Attie reached into her bag and used clothe to clean herself up then returned to the others. She would just have to deal. To suck it up and keep everything as hidden as she could. 

"What kind of spell did you use for the ice magic?" She asked the undead girl, "I'd be really interested in knowing what kind of magic you used. Also what's your name? Where are you from? Also have we met before? You look familiar."

Attie was keeping up her inquisitive and cheerful nature as she talked. 

While she held out her hand to assist the Monk as soon as they touched the man froze even as she tried to help him up. "Umm Sir, are you okay"? Still tugging on the man to help him up as this was no time for him to meditate as she looked to the Rosenites as they had just begun to intercept the remaining Void Beasts. As she looked back to the Monk still in deep thought his friend had ducked behind a corner to purge herself out of sight from prying eyes. 

The Monk had returned from his long contemplation and smiled at her with appreciation. However, for some reason, something did not sit right with Lixue as the Man had gone from being as stoic as a rock to now friendly and bursting with comradery. While he seemed fine with the Woman who had retired behind a rock, in fact, they seemed quite close by their actions. His demeanour only changed when he had made contact with herself. Now that the roles were reversed she felt pressure on her arm as he bolstered himself with his staff and her previous offer. His weight brought her out of her train of thought for the moment as she had to stabilize herself even though the man was not placing his full weight on the lithe priestess. Missing part of his thanks from being lost in she had gotten the gist of his thanks, "It was my pleasure to help as we're all in this together". Still unsure about the man as he might know of what she truly is, but since she had no proof on the matter it could of very have been fatigue from his overuse of magic. "Yes that magic was my own, but yours was spectacular as well I would like to ask where you learned it, but this is not the time or place to exchange techniques". As he bowed Lixue bowed shortly after as she was surprised as this had been the first person to greet her in such a way even those within Karith seemed to adopt the handshake over a bow. "Believe me that idea was not my own". Sighing as she thought back to Korg and the other Adventures who seemly had no fear of death.

Easing the tension as he joked about their means of entry, he then went on to introduce himself as Trafalgor then introduced his companion that had returned from her exughtive state to now invade the Undead Priestess' personal space. Whatever had taken place behind the rock seemed to have returned the Woman's vigour, even after Trafalgor had introduced her as Attie, Lixue had no time to process where she had heard that name before as Attie threw a barrage of questions at the poor girl. " This is really not a time for questions, but I am Cao Lixue though Lixue is fine". Looking at Attie more she had recognized the name, but she looked different. " I do believe I we have met before, but your wearing far less padding than before". The memory was vague as Attie had not really made a big impression on their first encounter, but the fact that someone such as herself had such a powerful magical ability spoke volumes of her talent even if it's hidden by her persona.

Clapping her hands to break up the conversation, "Anyway now is not a place for conversation as we're all at our limits it would be best to leave the battlefield". While she made her way to follow after the other Adventures who were making their way out of the village Trafalgor rushed to her side with a hushed voice as her fears were realized. Halting her progress as the offer caused her hunger to flare up more as there was now a willing subject offering to fill her needs. Turning away from Trafalgor, "I.. don't.. know.. what.. your.. talking.. about". Forcing out her words as she struggled to hold back her own hunger as it clawed more fiercely at her mind. "Please don't joke.. about such..thiinngs"!

Trafalgor chuckled slightly after seeing Attie return to something resembling her usual antics after emptying her stomach's contents off near the boulder, but he suspected it was somewhat of an act. No matter though. The important thing was getting safe. "Agreed, Lixue." They all turned and started to make their way in the same direction the other retreating adventurers were headed… and after a few steps, Trafalgor caught up with Lixue and directly, if quietly, confronted her about what he had sensed. Her immediate, and frankly transparent, denial quite irritated him… but he reigned in his anger quickly. He could understand her desire to not announce her nature to the world at large, and less likely to her companions, but in such a combat situation, his primary concern was with whether or not she herself would constitute a danger to anyone else.

Brows still furrowed as they walked, Trafalgor still leaning firmly on his staff for support, his irritation returned twofold at her insinuation that he would joke in these circumstances. He stamped on his intial biting retort and turned his head as his attention was caught on the Rosenites' right flank. One of the larger abominations was threatening to overwhelm the edge of the formation… and while support was shifting that way quickly, he didn't think it would get there quick enough to save those about to take the brunt of the assault. Trafalgor took one wide step forward and slammed his staff into the ground, sparking a not insignificant portion of his remaining magick to shift the elements within the earth in front of the Rosenite line.

With a force of will he knew he would pay for later, Trafalgor pushed the natural electrical charge within the ground deeper and deeper… he then opened his eyes and gasped a breath that he didn't realize he had held. The difference between the way he used his magick and the way he had found others used it… was that Trafalgor manipulated the elements at their base level within the World around him using his strong understanding of the forces at play, while others allowed their magick to completely shape and fuel the entire effect of a spell. Trafalgor's way, however, changed the World in such a way that the World itself created the effect he desired for him. And what he had learned very early on in his magickal training is that Nature abhorred an absence of any kind.

In the area where he had pushed away all other traces of electricity, the World naturally sought to correct the imbalance…

There was a low rumbling from the scattered clouds above their heads… and then a series of lightning bolts struck the tallest thing in the area… which just so happened to be the huge abomination that had been barreling towards the line of soldiers. As chunks of flesh and gore atomized from the superheated strike of electricity from above, the creature collapsed and moved no more except for a few twitches as the remaining electricity looked for an exit through its corpse. 

As the resulting thunder rolled into the distance and the ringing in his ears lessened, Trafalgor turned to stare impassively at the mage next to him. "Does it look like I'm joking?" he asked mildly. He then gave a sigh and relaxed his features. "Look, Lixue. I honestly couldn't care less what you are. I only care about whether or not you could potentially be a danger to anyone else in your current state." He turned his body so that he was directly facing the younger-looking woman and made sure to maintain eye contact with her. "Can you assure me that you will maintain control of yourself as you are now? If so, then, on my honor, I will let the matter drop here," he promised with a smile. 

Attie was happy to see that her behavior was cheering up Trafalgor. She knew how hard the battle had hit on him and he really needed a reason to smile. Her attention turned back to Lixue as she began to explain that now was not the time to answer questions, which Attie could hardly argue to although it made her a little disappointed that she wouldn't get the answers right away. But she refused to show any of that disappointment and opted to keep a cheery behavior. Attie then watched as Trafalgor used electrical magic to destroy a large abominations that was causing Rosenites trouble.

Then she started to follow the two, making sure she was right behind them and watching all sides for any surprise threats. She also watched as Trafalgor and Lixue were having their exchange, not really knowing what to do. Attie wanted to remind them that they probably needed to leave. But at the same time she didn't want to interrupt their conversation. She could see how Lixue wouldn't want to talk about whatever was going on with her but she could also see why Trafalgor wanted security when it came to them.  Another thing was bothering her. Trafalgor was using way too much magic and Attie knew how using too much magic could result in a disaster. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a mana potion, offering it up to her friend. 

"I have some mana potions, if either of you would like them." She explained, "I also have health potions, some food, and other supplies. Oh! And if either of you run out of magic, I do have some spare knives you can use as weapons. They won't cause the most damage but something is better than nothing."

Attie wanted to continue to be useful to them, even if she couldn't use as much magic as before. She would find a way to support them! After all, helping friends was what a good friend did! Besides she didn't know what else to do while they were having this exchange. 

Continuing to press forward while not making eye contact with Trafalgor as she could sense his displeasure from her denial and attempts to play his concerns off as a joke. Lixue was barely holding herself back as it is and Trafalgor's offer only added fuel to the fire. How could she explain such a personal matter to a complete stranger even if they fought side by side? No doubt upon their first interaction the Monk's pause was him contemplating wheater or not to rid the world of a monster such as her. Losing herself deep into thought and self flagellation the Undead Presitess did not even notice the large abomination about to break through the Rosenite. 

The crackle of lighting snapped Lixue out of her self deprivation as she looked to the large abomination as it atomized upon contact with the lighting. Looking to the sky as she did not recall any thunder on the horizon. Clearing her mind and remembering that she was near two other mages she looked to Trafalgor how had slammed his staff into the ground using the last of his magical might to rid the world of another abomination. Looking back to the remaining pieces of the void beast she wondered if she should be removed just like the beasts she had fought against. Trafalgor's concerns were valid as he was right to be concerned about her losing control of herself, but gorging herself on the living only made her desires stronger each time she gave in.

Still looking to the void beast even as it's entire being had been removed from the world, only Trafalgor's brought her attention back to the present. Merely shaking her head at the man's question as she knew he was not joking. Lying was not her strong suit and she was only getting used to the act to cover for what she had become. Her next words were partly comforting as the acceptance was all she really wanted from others as she tries so hard to be useful and that she does not mean other harm. However, the second part ending Lixue small moment of comfort as the Monk now stared into her dull grey eyes. His last final question and promise was understanding enough that her current comrade could be trusted with the truth. "I should be fine as long as I refrain from using magic, but I cannot promise that I will be able to resist outside interference. If you cannot expect that then maybe you should treat me like the rest of these mon..". As she was about to forfeit her life to Trafalgor Attie appeared before the two other them offering supplies in hopes of easing both her comrade's concerns. Even though Lixue smiled to Attie it felt there was no joy to be had from the Undead's smile. "Thank you for the offer Attie, but those do nothing for me anymore.. though I could use one of those knives to put any concerns to rest". Still holding her smile Lixue opened her hand to accept the knife, however, the joyless smile felt off as the Former Priestess may do something drastic.

Trafalgor could see the underlying fear in her eyes, even as she told him that she should be able to control herself as long as she wasn't forced to cast any more. To that he gave a firm nod and smile… and then her next words caused him to frown fiercely and open his mouth to cut her off… and proving once again that Attie has as absolutely impeccable sense of timing, his young friend interjected herself into the conversation with an offer of potions and other supplies.

Trafalgor shook his head and chuckled before taking one of the proffered mana potions. "Thank you, my friend," he said before downing the drought in one go, recorking and giving the empty bottle back to her. He then centered his emotions as the potion went about refilling his personal magickal reserves, sent a bit of that magick to focus on healing the damage he'd done to himself, and then took a deep breath. He sharply pointed a finger at Attie and narrowed his eyes at her. "You." He made sure he had her attention… and grinned softly at the wonderful young woman. "Never lose or change that extraordinary caring nature of yours."

He then frowned sharply and turned both his focus and finger at the steel-eyed mage. "And you," he began, leaving his expression the same, "Never again attempt to use that word to describe yourself within my presence. I despise hearing a person as iron-willed as yourself disparage themselves using such falsehoods." He dropped his finger and placed the hand onto his hip. "Do so again and I will be forced to chastise you most fiercely…" He waited a beat before giving the woman a lop-sided grin. "I get three times as verbose and twice as stern as I usually am, all while lecturing you like a schoolmarm."

He glanced down at the knife the girl had accepted with a sad smile, understanding how she probably intended to use it if worse same to worst, then met her eyes again. "That should not be necessary, but I'll not stop you. I am a man of my word and, as naive as it sounds, I trust others to be true to their word unless they give me proof to the contrary."

Trafalgor turned away from the women and began to walk in the direction they had been going before. "Come, my friends. I swear that as long as I still draw breath, none of these abominations will touch you."

He waited until he was sure that both of them were with him before speaking out again. "Some words of wisdom that you both might be interested to hear… It matters not how one obtains their life in this world. It is what one does with the gift of Life that determines who you really are." Having said his piece, Trafalgor glanced over to see the last dozen creatures being cut down. A cheer rose up as victory was achieved, and, with it, the spirits of everyone he could see around the battlefield lifted accordingly.

However, Trafalgor did not join in with the celebration… as his gut had suddenly clenched tighter than a freshly riveted band of steel. His eyes shot all around the battlefield, looking for whatever was making his instincts scream at him.

Then he saw another that was not celebrating either. "The Captain…" he said softly, then followed the Rosenite's gaze to the far hill where the retreating adventurers that were too tired or injured had been going… and to were they were all now running or hobbling back towards the rest of them as fast as they could manage. He didn't know which of them started sprinting first… he just knew that by the time he had reached the foot of that far hill, the Rosenite Captain was right by his side as they fought gravity and their own weariness to reach the top of the hill as quickly as possible.

And as they crested the hill and came to a halt, the sight before Trafalgor caused his heart to drop into his stomach.

There must have been thousands of the damned things. They were about two miles out, but even so, Trafalgor could tell that their two hundred-something strong force of soldiers and adventurers wouldn't even be able to make a discernible dent in that mass if they tried to stay and fight… even so, he did not take his eyes from the abominations as his mind raced. The last skirmish hadn't been a large enough affair to call for the ultimate trump card currently at his disposal… but this one… well, this one might just fit the bill.

Even as he heard panic start to set in to the rest of the soldiers that had followed their commander up the hill and morale plummeted around him, both the Captain and Trafalgor stayed calm. Finally, the Captain's voice rang out with a firm order for her troops to stand firm… and then ask him in a much quieter voice, "You got any more rabbits to pull out of your ass, Magic Man?"

Trafalgor chuckled at the woman's crude wording and gave a firm nod. "Actually, I just might. Be ready, though. If what I try doesn't work out, I will open a Gate back to the southern border of Laeto for everyone to escape through with enough time to avoid a pointless death on this damned hill. You all just save your strength and let me handle this."

He then walked calmly down the hill as the Captain called for her soldiers to form up properly and stand firm behind him once again. He got about fifty yards down the hill before he came to a complete stop, planted his staff into the loam, and reached into the neck of his robe to pull out a golden necklace with a very special token as its pendant.

On the small token was the emblem of the Goddess of Death and Debauchery - a wolf's head with a snake wrapped around it's neck and a crown of coriander flowers.

He grasped it firmly in his hand, closed his eyes and bowed his head… and sent his thoughts into the small token. 'Serafina, if you can hear me, I am in need of your assistance.'

A few seconds passed… and then a familiar, yet overwhelmingly powerful presence appeared beside him, causing him to open his eyes and turn to the beautiful woman with a smile. He placed one hand over his chest and bowed deeply to her with a greeting. "Serafina, as always, it's a pleasure to see you again. I hate to call in my favor so soon after being gifted with it, but I feel that the situation called for someone with more firepower at their disposal than I." He finally raised his head and turned to look out towards the distant, but steadily approaching horde.

"This is the biggest mass of Void creatures I've seen since arriving on the Plains… and our small force," he turned and gestured to the top of the hill, "just finished killing double our number of the damned things in open combat. The only smart move was either to Gate to safety or call in support." He looked back at the gorgeous blonde with a shrug and grin. "And I figured blowing off some steam and showing the Rosenites what a real goddess can do would just be icing on the cake for you."

Attie handed the mana potion off to Trafalgor, hoping that the magic increase would help him in some way. She also hoped that the interjection would relieve any stress that Lixue might have. Getting cornered and having to give uncomfortable answers could be difficult sometimes. When Trafalgor pointed her and commanded that she kept her caring nature, Attie held up her hand to her forehead in a sort of solute. 

"Yes sir Baldy sir!" She said teasingly. 

She relaxed her hand and looked to Lixue. Attie felt that Trafalgor was trying to help but…there were some things that couldn't be helped by a motivational speech. Especially when it came to things like self-deprecation. At times it could feel wrong to not be pointing out ones own flaws and being harsh on oneself. It was addicting in a way to hate oneself, even if it was unreasonable. Pointing out their good sides could help but ultimately it was up to the person with the self-hatred to choose to like themselves. Though, this could have just been Attie's own personal experiences. Attie decided not to share any of these thoughts, as she didn't know if she was right or wrong or if speaking them at all would help her new friend. Instead, she would just stick to being the goofball. It was what she was best at.

Attie handed off the knife to Lixue then turned to pay attention to the rest of Trafalgor's speech. She had missed some of it due to her own thoughts but she managed to catch the last part of how life determines who a person is or something along those lines. After he was done, Attie turned to Lixue with an easy-going smile. She then saw the army begin to cheer and she realized that they were winning. Until Trafalgor and others discovered thousands of new Eldritch beings. Attie was out of magic and she knew that even with mana potions, any new spells would cause massive damage to herself. So, she grabbed her whip and stood next to Lixue, determined to protect her new friend. She looked over to the girl with a somewhat serious expression. 

"When they get near, I can trap them and you can stab them." Attie said, "Then we both will be able to help without using magic. We will just have to be careful to pick off the ones near the edges. Does that sound like a good plan?" 

Attie had no clue if it was a good plan but it was the only thing she could come up with. If they worked together they would be able to help fight the monsters. She knew that they were likely going to die. Suddenly, a new person came to join the battle. Attie's eyes opened wide since this was a potential new friend and somebody she recognized. It was during one of the bug battles that Attie had seen the person but she had never gotten the chance to actually talk to the lady. Attie walked over to Trafalgor to see the two as she wanted to get to know the new person. 

"Hi!" She said with a smile, "Do you want some potions before you go into battle? There are a lot of creatures so if you might need something to help replenish your magic." 

Attie was too much of a dummy to realize this lady was a goddess. 

As Lixue awaited Attie to hand off a knives Trafalgor quickly finished the mana potion that was previously offered to him. Pointing directly at Attie and getting not only hers but Lixue's attention he would jokingly order her to remain the kind and caring person she is. Even with the situation and serious conversations that had taken place Lixue could not help but smile and giggle at the exchange. However, Trafalgor's finger would soon rest towards the Presitess' location.

Taken aback by the sudden shift in concern as the man's priorities at first were to make sure to reduce the danger that she would cause others. Now his priorities have shifted to her wellbeing as well. Confused by the sudden change and barrage of scolding that the man had placed upon her. While she would of like to have the time to process all of the information Lixue simply nodded with a neutral expression. While she was not sure how to process everything that had orrced she knew for certain that she was not going to allow her desires to get the better of her around her new friends.

Feeling cool steel on her palm she turned to Attie who had a serious expression on her face. Cocnered that she was about to face another bout of scolding from her younger friend, but the Undead Priestess was relieved to discover that it was merely an exchange of tactical doctrine for how they should act. With the discovery of a new far larger horde, it was doubtful that their teamwork would be enough to overcome such odds, but if her last moments were with other who expected her, the short unlife would be for nothing. The approach was simple but may work as it could allow her to siphon energy from the beast to possible make an escape route if or when the battle would be lost. Grasping the knife tighter as they approached the battle lines, "It's better than no plan".

Still exchanging battle plans with Attie as they regrouped with the main force, the comment from the Captain caught her ear. "Oh I may have something"! While it was not a rabbit, it may be effective against the Void Creatures. Shuffling through her cheongsam making sure to not add anymore wear and tear to her clothing, the Priestess produced twenty five warding talismans. " I would have made more if I had known we'd be up against such poor odds, but it's better than nothing". Offer her talismans to any who wanted them she was aware that it would not be enough to turn the tides, but anything that could be used to push the odds in their favour was a blessing. However, Trafalgor seemed to have a far better trick up his sleeve.

Standing with Attie with a knife at the ready as the Void beast charged ever closer keeping an eye on both the beast and Trafalgor. Staring at the necklace that the Monk produced, it was too far away to get a clear view of the pendant, but it must be a relic of some sorts for the Monk to place such faith in it. As he bowed and prayed no doubt the pendant was some sort of religious artifact to a god or other powerful being. Concerned for what might appear from Trafalgor pleas she trusted the Monk that it would most likely be beneficial. 

Soon Trafalgor's plea would be answered as an overwhelming presence appeared before the man. Unsure of what being stood before him Lixue stayed back as she was unsure of what the woman that stood before them was. As she focused on the unknown being she did not notice Attie's movements until she appeared before the being. "Wait no Attie". Whispering at her navie friend was lost among the orders from the Captain. Still fearful of the Unknown, but she could not stand by while her new friends may very well be sacrificed by some omnipotent being. Following after Attie Lixue would keep her eyes on the being while preparing the last of her magic to wisk away her friends to safety if need be.