The war god’s inspiration was greatly needed by the worn out warriors, but such motivation wasn’t necessary for the bard. He wasn’t in the mood to coordinate with the others; in fact, Jarmyr hadn’t been his usual cheery self ever since he heard of Dalanesca's demise. Though resurrected, it had an effect on the demon which he was now using out in the edge of the battlefield where the enemy’s numbers were lower. Dark tendrils manifested from the shadows and were lashing and grasping for the disgusting bugs. Some were violently swatted and others were constricted by the tendrils and exoskeletons were slowly crushed until they were no more but messes on the ground. Jaymyr sat close by upon a rock, playing his lute in a melancholy tune yet his crimson eyes bore angrily upon the insects. Their barbaric attempts to bypass his spell and get to him often resulted in them getting trapped in his web, only receiving death. The air was putrid with their damned caresses and vile fluids that seeped out from them.

His fingers strummed roughly against the lute’s strings, giving his song a harsher feel to it. The tendrils responded accordingly, vicious assaulting them. The words of his brother telling him of the news stirred a feeling he hadn’t felt in ages and not even the news of her comeback thanks to the Angela had calmed him. His spells slowly died down and with that, there were a few of the bugs left. Though they were barely breathing, he wasn’t sated with leaving them to die. Hopping off of the rock, he brought with him another instrument; a scythe whose blade would filled the air with its owfilln ghastly tune. It would be the last thing these wretched things would get to hear. He descended over one of the things as they laid dying on their back and he grimaced looking at it close up. Gods, its was ugly and he stepped onto its chest to hold it down. No matter how much it squirmed beneath his boot, he didn’t let up as he brought the scythe back at an angle before swing it down and sliced at its neck, nearly beheading it. Heavy breaths took its toll on his own chest as it had been far too long since he had killed in this manner- usually relying on his casting and music alone to do these dirties deeds. But in this way, it felt more personal as he exterminated these creatures who had less value than dirty in his eyes. He quickly moved over to the next and slaughtered them in a similar fashion. Then another one.

Jarmyr was like a man possessed, no desire was in him other than that of killing off as many bugs as he could and send them back as a message for the rest to scurry off and leave this land be. With each kill, he felt both physically and magically drained, but his temper wouldn’t have any of that.

All he could do was focus on killing them and avenging what they had done to his goddess.

A pair of mischievous eyes had been watching Jarmyr from the distance. They were the eyes of a hawk. This hawk was far enough away from the battle and high in the trees where it wouldn't be affected by the magic or the music. When the music had stopped playing and it seemed alright to get closer, the bird spread out it's wings and flapped into the air. The hawk soared through the sky and felt the wind through it's feathers. Then it suddenly swooped down into a tree and landed one one of the branches. The hawk morphed into a girl with short blonde hair, somewhat pointy ears, and she wore a simple tunic with some pants along with a backpack. She pulled out a whip and a dagger from her bag. The tree was nearish Jarmyr. That girl was none other than Kyra. Her name was not known yet but she planned to become infamous one day. For now she would just have to work. Krya sat down on the branch and swung herself upside down. Her legs were holding onto the branch. In one of her hands was a whip. She saw her target. A an ant drone that had just crawled out of the forest. She cracked her whip and the leather tail wrapped around the ant's neck. Then Kyra quickly pulled upwards and the ant went into the trees. With Kyra's other hand she stabbed the ant in the head as many times as possible. Then the ant fell from the tree dead. Kyra flipped down to the ground. It seems like the majority of the ants were somewhere else or dead already.

Kyra was somewhat disappointed yet somewhat was glad. Now she could spend her time watching the strange man with that fascinating scythe. Greed was in her eyes and a smile played on her lips. But she would not go after the weapon. It would have been nice to play with it but she needed to know exactly what it would do and how it worked. Not to mention she knew little of this man and his abilities. Or how he would react to somebody borrowing one of his things. She would give it back after she was done. She wasn't a lowly thief. Kyra shoved that thought aside. Something in the distant bushes had caught her eye. A soldier ant was coming nearer to Jarmyr. One that had been away enough to avoid the magic cast on the others now crept closer. Kyra put away her whip and knife. She then took out her Skyshard Lyrebow and placed an arrow on one of the strings. She pulled back the string and the arrow flew into the air, missing it's mark. Quickly she drew another arrow from her bag and aimed it again. The ant was busy trying to figure out where the arrow had come from. Then she let the arrow fly again. This time this arrow hit it's mark.

Right into the neck of the creature and it screeched out in pain. Kyra may not have killed it but now that strange man would be able to know where it was. Of course this meant that he would know where Kyra was. Her cover was blown and now she couldn't keep watching him with fascination. It would look weird. Then again since when did she ever care about that? She was weird. She acted weird. It was better to accept it than to deny it. Besides it would make him nervous or at least confused. Or he would attack her. Either way it would be very entertaining. Kyra lept from her tree onto another branch. The nice thing about this environment was how easy it was to travel by tree. The only other place she could really do something like this was the Viren forest. Even then it wasn't as easy as it was here. The tropical jungle had close trees and it's branches were practically touching each other. Making it very easy to travel without needing to touch the ground. Kyra made her way over to where Jarmyr was. She was still on a branch and simply sat on the branch above him.

"Whatcha doing?" She asked curiously. Krya probably seemed very strange.

After all she was approaching a guy who was not only using a scythe to kill the enemy but also seemed extremely pissed off. This was a risky move on her part. Then again almost everything she did was a risk.