No matter how much he went at the rabbit with his blade, it was as if as little damage as possible was actually being tolled. What was the trick here? Another fighter spoke to themselves about the claws, focusing in on them. Maybe that could work?

He managed to just barely dart out of the way when said claws swiped at him. He took their advice, and once the opportunity arose he made a dash at one of the rabbit’s back feet. Everyone was so focused on the head and more vital areas that, as far as this battle was concerned, it was much easier. Easier in comparison…still not easy.

And while that offered some temporary crippling, it still wasn’t enough. Just as the rabbit began to rear its head, the spectral falcon screeched down and aimed his talons towards the eyes. That gave Naota just enough time to move out of the way, but now he was watching. Watching as the falcon tried its best to stop the lapin or at the very least momentarily blind or distract it.

The more he surveyed, the more he realized that his spectral guide was able to accomplish much more than their physical weapons had been. Magick was too dangerous to use since it was so unpredictable, but maybe there was more to their wispy followers than an inclination towards those advanced in the magickal arts.

He looked towards Shiloh, hoping that since she was a deity she would have an animal of her own at her side. Finally there was some relief when he saw the feisty ferret lashing out along with her: the two working in chaotic tandem. He called out to her, “Shiloh! Keep at it with your guide!” Even if it was only a hunch, it was the best one they had. For now, he charged once more to help with the others.

Repeatedly the archer crossed swords with the lifeless creatures that were compelled by their rabbit master.  The fighting was dragging on and on that Damon was hoping that there was going to be some sort of ending in sight. Weariness was registering on all of those that were participating in the battle.  Even the deities that had come forth to help bring the magical chaos to an end were struggling with the task.  Damon was wishing slightly that he had not come out to help with the battle.  It was becoming more trouble than it was really worth.  The moment that thought crossed his mind he felt guilt immediately replace the agitation. 

The phoenix ducked under a strike as he decided that moving to a dodge heavy stance for a few moments would be a better decision.  With the tiredness setting in, he wanted to keep from flailing around for a little bit.  More magical summoned companions continued to appear and begin to overwhelm the those that were targeting them.  Blue eyes glanced out into the distance and could see that they were beginning to make their way towards the city.  It had been strategy mixed with luck that the fighting had been contained away from the elven city that lay not too far away from them.  He could not imagine the population count that were housed in the protective walls.  "Any spare fighters need to help protect the city!" Damon called out while making his way towards that direction.  

He weaved in and out of the fighting and sheathed his sword.  Pulling out his bow again, Damon bowed slightly and pushed off the ground quickly into a full tilt run.  If there was no barrier between that group and the city, he was not sure how long the guards of the port would be able to hold up.  With no magic on their side, the elves would have to rely on their physical capabilities.  The numbers and odds were not stack in their favor.

Eden was glad that no new pools of extra warriors were called forth, though it was was a large enough pool to easily tire out the party. Arrows were flying, claws were slashing, and blades diced through the air in the chaos that surrounded them. The longer the bout stretched, the more fatigue took in. Even the massive hari, whose massive sized aimed to rival that of the rabbit's, was starting to drool through its fangs as its stamina depleted, yet all this fighting was granting it no meal to recharge itself. The wound on its chest also made it more difficult to pin the rabbit down, often loosing its grip and occasionally fighting for footing.

The land itself had been scarred by the weight of the large beings and the conflict between everyone, and the scar simply grew bigger the conflict grew with the shifting battlefield. Outside onlookers were now able to watch from their windows as the scene turned worse while others rallied themselves as reinforcements… at a line. While their superiority over the others were easy to note, their reliance on magic made the situation worse as the lupin's presence made things worse. Many archers even lined up and began to add their arrows into the mix as if to try to push the fight away from there.

"Assist!" Eden declared to her companions, the bear and big cat heading over to their side to help against the magical minions while Eden, the wolf, and jackal remained inside the bundle of destruction. Any that the hari took care were more like swatting away flies than actually aiming as his main focus was still on the lupin before taking another blast of magic into the already-wounded chest.

They needed a big move, and they needed time for it. Many were focused on the hare's front, which left the rear area pretty clean to tackle… Cutting her way though to its rear foot, Eden hoisted up her metal support beam of a sword into the air before sending it down upon the foot of the lupin with full force, feeling the wind of her weapon's fall break the air as she screamed.

She was reaching her breaking point. Even with the psychosomatic rush the two enchanted pendants were giving, it was temporarily delaying the inevitable. Fatigue was coming back in waves, and when the deferred effects were back she wouldn't be able to move. Taking the dual-edged healing shiv, Shiloh stabbed her arm quickly, and continued to push herself more. This was her only way to stay on her feet until her body began locking up. Her arms felt like they were cast from iron, her legs heavy like lead. The pounding headache returned in full-force as her senses were blurring together. If she forced herself past this point, she would die from exhaustion. But that didn't make her hesitate one bit. Better her than somebody else. If she died, as long as the Voice thought she was of use, she would come back again. Even if that didn't happen, once the rabbit fell Angela and all the clerics should be able to utilize their magic unhindered. It was a totally acceptable trade-off. All she had to do was make it last.

Coughing, her mouth was dry and it felt like the back of her throat was sticking to itself. Just breathing was painful, and her muscles were seizing up at last. She wouldn't be able to continue much longer. Fighting her body, she was throwing herself just to move. The mental haze that she had been in under her induced state of bloodlust was gone, and she saw the massive terror lizard still tearing at the rabbit the best it could. The strength of that one creature rivaled at least a few dozen of them, so she made healing it her top priority. Limping and dragging herself over to it, she sank the tip of the lacriamium and obsidian blade into its hide as hard as she could, and struggled to pull it back. She wanted to do more, but it was too late. 

Shiloh blacked out. Collapsing onto the ground, she crumpled into a heap within the carnage. The sounds around her were distorting, and she heard somebody shout for her. "She's fallen! Quick, all units are to return her to safety immediately!" Despite putting up a good fight, fatigue claimed her and all went dark."Take her by the arms, and bring the blades with you…" 

The rest of the fighters that could still stand resumed their stations. Several non-combatant units were waiting on the sidelines to receive their captain, and were carrying her away back to the Clephsydra on a stretcher. "Check her pulse. Is she still breathing?" "Make sure that she's lying supine, keep her head and neck supported." Unconscious, the deity was left suspended in a deep, dreamless sleep. 

Just as he was about to assist the others in slowing the rabbit from going further into the city, he heard a call out that made his blood run cold. He looked over towards Shiloh just in time to see her collapse to the ground. She had been berskering practically since he had gotten there and who knew how long before? All the potions in the world could only do so much, even for a deity.

He thought about the flask he had at his hip, the gift from Angela from years ago that he kept on his person. She’d passed out, and while he had only absorbed the realm of dreams recently, he felt he could help her. Then again…maybe it was best for her to rest. Either way, her body needed to rejuvenate.

Without pause, he ran over to those carrying her off and tossed the flask to one of them, “Force it down her throat. It’s a gift from Angela, it’ll keep her body safe and rejuvenated.” He didn’t give them a chance to refuse and instantly ran back towards the lapin. He’d get the flask back after all of this was over, for now he wanted to stop this beast from spreading its chaos into the towns.

Already fighters were spilling towards the fray from the outskirts, and arrows rained down like angry hail from some of the strongholds. They may as well have been twigs for all they were doing, but every little bit helped. If only they could use their magick! Not even to attack, but to defend!

So far he’d been lucky in being able to teleport, but he hadn’t attempted anything else since then. As if on cue, the rabbit picked up its pace towards the city, as if defending it more brought attention to it that it should attack. Great. He stared at the ground, his heart picking up halfway with fear and halfway with hope. A few rocks trembled, dirt began to vibrate…safe so far. Maybe something would work.

He slowly exhaled and closed his eyes: the lapin was going in the opposite direction of him so he had enough faith that he’d be all right for a moment or two. Soon the sounds of chaos died around him and he was able to find his center. He saw his wife’s eyes, heard the laughter of his children, smelled the streets of Mooncrest from his home world so long ago…

His heart thrummed in a methodic rhythm and when he slowly opened his eyes he felt the threads of his magick and power pulling in every direction. It was chaotic, but he could see it streaming out, just as he could see it knotting out from others. It took much more concentration, but he slowly curled in his fingers and watched as a wall of stone rose up from the ground and encircled the rabbit. The sides of it glinted and shined, he hadn’t meant for it to be flashy but that was a side effect from the disruption of magick right now. He’d take it. The wall wouldn’t hold forever, but maybe it would hold long enough for them to bring the lapin down. Or at the very least tire it out enough for it to be too weak to continue to the city.