Childminding in Shuptalxia

[Treijim]

Toro smiled back. "Yeah, must've. Are you going to chase her again? She looks ready to slap your face in two."

He looked up and down where they were, pausing.

"Maybe... Maybe I told you the wrong time to meet her..." And he held up his arms defensively as though expecting a final blow.

[Imros]

"Maybe?" Imros muttered darkly, looking down to the boy. He knew he had better keep a lid on his temper - Toro was only a "kid" after all.
"Maybe I'll tell Buroba that you're out past you're bed time," he smirked - he wasn't going to slap Toro, he was just going to annoy him a little bit. "Or... maybe I won't," he teased folding his arms.
"And maybe I'll forget that you told me the wrong time - but just maybe," he grinned, ruffling the boy's hair, "You daft stump!"

[Treijim]

Toro smiled, feeling assured but still cautious. "I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional... Anyway, you're out past your bedtime too. We're not meant to be out at night at all. You know the ru--"

Almost as though waiting for the right words, a blazing shadow swept Toro off the ground and rose above the ground like a leaf on the wind, carrying the boy over a building. He didn't even have time to yell as he was carried silently away. Then there was just silence.

[Imros]

"TORO!!" Imros cried as the boy vanished from his side. He drew three arrows from his quiver. He looked at the target, "No...." he muttered to himself, "I might hit him,"
He watched the shadow blaze off into the distance. What to do? He couldn't just leave Toro and there was no time to tell Buroba...
He looked around, no one around. "I shouldn't..." he whispered, noticing his hands had started glowing - "But I've got no choice," he said firmly.
He felt the magic surge through - two powers hiding inside one being... This was going to hurt if it did nothing else.
A shadow began to form his right hand and a jet of wind blasted from his left. He manged eventually to mix the two into a disk shaped cloud.

"Hold on Toro!! I'm coming!" He called as the disk soared across the trees.

[Treijim]

The shadow that had Toro in its grasp turned to look with golden eyes, and with a hiss, it flicked its hand backwards and dispersed the energy coming towards it. However, it only managed to destroy the wind, and the dark magic continued and struck its leg. It twirled through the air and dropped Toro, who fell into foliage like a rag doll.

They were both out of the village now, in the thick of the jungle. The dark figure landed in a tree and looked quickly around for the one who had defended the young Keid so fiercely.

[Imros]

Imros raced though the trees. The branches last against him but he didn't care - he had to catch that thing before it got hold of Toro again.
He skidded into the clearing, catching sight of Toro. The boy seemed alright, if not a little dazed.
His eyes shot to the tree. The golden eyed shadow glared down at him from the tree. "Who sent you?" the Keid growled, flicking the wind into his hands. The shadow remained silent. "Who sent you!" Imros roared, his eyes turning fiercely. Nothing.
"Listen you over-grown cloud!" He cried at the Shadow, releasing how pathetic he sounded afterwards. "You tell what you're doing here or I'm going to blast all the way to Yanuiri!!" He continued.
The shadow smiled,

[Treijim]

Small fangs glinted in the moonlight like daggers of silver.

"I'm a Fanoran. Has your head recently taken a hard knocking or have you simply forgotten who the enemy of your people is?" He jumped down and crouched on all fours behind Toro, who stayed where he was. "You're just a boy." He looked down at Toro. "And this one, even more so. You can't stop me. I'm out of the village. You were too slow!"

He laughed an odd laugh that had a manic and rasping ring to it, and he drew a real dagger, though it was not silver. Toro was picked up again and the dagger was put to his neck. Toro was moving his mouth, as if it say 'help me', but he remained silent. Slowly, the Fanoran retreated into the jungle, closely watching Imros for any aggressive moves.

[Imros]

"Fanoran!" Imros spluttered - how had he not realised before! What was he going to do now?! He was way too far away from the village to get any help and if he made any kind of attack - Toro was done for.
"Come on Imros think!!" he hissed to himself.
"What do you want? Why'd you bother to come out here in the middle of the night just to kidnap a thirteen-year-old boy?" He demanded, "And on your own too - does that fur clog up your brains or something Fanoran?" He teased, he had to buy himself sometime.
The Fanoran didn't seem too pleased with that for a reply. Now Imros was panicking, he was digging himself into a hole. "Alright, I'm tired of this - put the kid down and fight me. He's of no use to you anyway." he cried.
The Fanoran grinned...

[Treijim]

"Noble," the Fanoran muttered, "but foolish. I didn't come here to fight. You're stronger and older than this boy and you wouldn't make good... leverage. You're not one to let me steal you away, and yet this runt..." He ran the dagger down Toro's throat, not penetrating. "He doesn't have a choice. Do you see what I mean, yet?"

He was silent for a moment and Toro did not move a muscle. Then he spoke again.

"But I haven't had a good fight in such a long time." He whipped out a cloth and bound Toro's ankles and wrists, and gagged him, and drew another dagger. He stood and glared at Imros. "Whenever you're ready, child."

[Remember not to powerplay during battle. If you're not sure about fighting, there is a section of rules about it]

[Imros]

[Ok :)This should be interesting...]

"CHILD!!" The Keid cried, throwing 3 more "Shadow-disks" at the Fanoran. "I'm not a child - hairball!" he continued, drawing some arrows, He knew he had to play this safe.

[Well that was monumentous! Is that Ok?]

[Treijim]

[Monumentous but dandy]

Geral dissipated one disk with his shadow but the other two struck him. With a growl he recovered very quickly and leapt at Imros, aiming a deadly stab for the Keid's chest.

[Imros]

[Yay!!]

Imros managed to dodge the cut but not without taking a blow to the arm. He howled and clamped his hand over the wound. "I don't have a chance against this guy!" he thought to himself. He launched the three arrows in the vain hope that they would cause so damage, at least enough to get to Toro.

[Treijim]

Geral cut one of the arrows down mid-flight and ducked under one, but another stuck right into his chest. He fell back from the force but then he jumped back up on his feet, glaring at Imros. He didn't seem hurt at all. He ran around Imros in an arc and then jumped over the boy's head, aiming to cut his shoulder.

[Imros]

Imros leapt out of the way but not without losing the strap of his quiver. "Honestly! I have to sew that now!" he cried, grinning at the Fanoran. He knew that was a Near-miss to many.
He looked up to check the Fanoran's position, enough time to get the power he needed. He needed a decoy, "Are you watching hairball?" he teased and began to draw another large shadow ball out. He combined it with the arrows and launched it at the Fanoran. "That should keep him busy," he smiled to himself as he charged off in Toro's direction.

[Treijim]

Geral was still in the air as the arrows and magic came at him, and he slashed the magic apart like it was a ball of straw. However, he didn't account for the arrows, and they plunged into him with a loud punching sound and he was thrown back through the air. He flipped a few times, dropped his dagger, and landed with a thud in long ferns and grass.

Toro stared at Imros, wide-eyed. He had already managed to free his ankles, but his hands and mouth were still bound.