Muffled pleas led Trillian directly to them. He crouched low behind the bushes and forest overgrowth to examine the situation.
The woman was fighting against the druid in vain, her kicks and shoves were obviously doing nothing but wearing her out as the druid seemed to be trying to remove her clothing.
The ranger slid his hands into the pocket of his cloak, pulling out a small knife. He ran his finger across the blade, making a small slit in his thick gloves. Satisfied, he rubbed a cloth filled with poison across the blade and then ran into the meadow. With great stealth he threw the blade. Having the element of surprise against the unsuspecting druid, it embedded perfectly in the druid’s side.
The foul creature cried out and turned as Trillian approached, pulling out his short blade and knife.
Shoving the woman aside, the druid stood to his feet and held up his hand, in an attempt to ward off his attacker.
Trillian spun quickly out of the way, and lunged at the druid with his knives. The first one caught him in the leg, but the second missed as the druid unsheathed his sword and caught the blade against his own in a clash of red sparks.
Angry, the druid spun around the ranger, letting out a blast of energy wrapped in red wind. Trillian easily dodged the gust, angering the druid. The adversary spat and jabbed his sword in a deadly thrust. Weakened from the poisons, the lunge made the druid stagger. Switching his choice of weapons, he held up his hands sending a radiant glow wrapped in a show of white light toward Trillian.
The ranger jumped out of the way as it flew at him. Dropping his knives, he took out a pre-dipped arrow, strung it on his bow, and let the arrow fly.
It landed in the druid’s side. He began to sway as the poison quickly attacked his system. The earlier injection of poison had rendered his central nervous system nearly inoperative, needing only a simple brush with the liquid kiss of death to bring his demise.
Trillian was quick to prepare another arrow, this one finding its mark in the druid’s chest.
The dark knight smiled, “I am sorry for you to meet your doom this way, human. If you knew what kind of power I have amid a state of weakness, you might have withdrawn your attempt to kill me slowly.”
Trillian did not speak as he watched. This will be fun, he mused to himself.
As the druid raised himself back up, his eyes flashed bright red. A tree uprooted next to Trillian.
The ranger watched in amusement, as the tree hurled itself at him. Moments before it neared, Trillian threw a large rock at it, causing it to shatter.
The druid looked surprised, if only for a moment.
The ranger laughed, his own secret emerging as black and red wings extended from his back. He flew up into the air, above his opponent.
Rising to the occasion, the druid also sprouted wings, following the ranger into the sky.
Trillian spun quickly out of the path of another burst of red energy. With arms extended, toes pointed downward, and his chin up, he rose into the air. Waves of white encircled about him, sending tendrils of light in every direction.
One of the curling flashes of light struck the druid’s chest. The druid held on feebly, through Trillian’s sudden show of magical abilities, as he felt the last of his energy drain from his body. In one last attempt, he shot a disabling bolt of light at Trillian. It caught the young man off guard, breaking one of the rangers wings.
Trillian faltered slightly, as he watched the last strand of life in the druid break and fall away. The creature descended heavily from the sky with a thud.
Trillian glided down to the ground again, giving careful protection to his broken wing.
While fighting to regain his breath, he turned to the woman, who was watching fearfully, waiting for what might happen next.
Trillian unlatched his cloak and handed it to her, hoping to further be of protection and comfort to her.
Her silver eyes questioned his as she accepted his gracious offer.
The woman was concerned for her rescuer. Having wrapped the cloak about her, she slowly approached her savior, “You are hurt.” she stated.
Trillian shook his head, “I am fine. I regain strength quickly.”
He could not hold himself up, though, as he fell to his knees, his injured wing hanging limply down his back.
The woman watched silently as the ranger sought to collect his strength.
“I will be fine in a moment. All I need is to rest.”
The woman furrowed her brow, “Can I do anything for you?”
Trillian shook his head slowly. Sighing deeply, he tried to steady his breathing. He knew that he could not hide his wings away with the one broken, he needed to return to Severum quickly. Lifting himself, he attempted a standing position to no avail, dropping once again to his knees. Feeling defeat, which was a poisonous state of mind to a Ranger, Trillian stayed where he was on the ground.
Seeing the young man was in serious need of attention, the woman helped to prop him against the splintered tree that now rested in the middle of the clearing. With him a bit more comfortable, she gave him a bit of a comforting smile, “I’ll be right back.” And with that, she disappeared into the forest.