[Anarya SilverBranch]

Anarya screamed as Rudhchamion fell forward, she heard her yell joined with Taralphiel's and Khelek's.

Rudhchamion slipped but before he could hit the ground he grabbed the branch where he had been sitting and swung his body over it.

The dark elf now safe, Anarya turned towards the creature once again. It hissed, its black forked toungue tasting the air. Anarya handed the mortal another dagger, for she had already thrown her other one.

"This time be more careful before you lose it," She said with a grin.

Khelek growled and squirmed in protest to Taralphiel's strong hold about his pure white body.

The creature recoiled in anger and set its surviving eye upon the small company. The color of it was dark and rich as the blood that flowed through Anarya's veins and pounded through her chest. It seemed to be boring into them like a knife, knowing their secrets and past.

It was cut off when suddenly a pearl handled dagger struck its eye. Orange ooze slipped out of the now empty eye socket. Anarya looked over at the mortal, she no longer held the dagger in her hand.

Anarya and Rudhchamion let a barrage of arrows fly until they had killed the creature. It moaned in death's final call then went limp, its head landing with a thud upon the ground, now wet with its blood.

Anarya looked over at the mortal who gave her a weary smile...