Elàyñiā rushed to the halls to find Jhàrold from all the unusual kinds of sylvan texture entrances along with the aspects of the hall. She can track the sense of her not rather a nice friend - the crapulent scent she can gasp and her blade can feel. They stay in Inn for one night after the long journey to find Kristinov and the allies of Malice as well as the mischievous Queen. They slept in a different room for privacy, Elàyñiā does not like having a pal sleeping beside her - she preferred being alone and accomplishing her quests for the Gods. The Inn was nigh bosky so it means it was standing in the middle of nowhere but various people kept up here at this Inn for beers in tankards.
Elàyñiā smashed the door open sans knocking at the door first. She booted it tough with her sharp leg that is suited to metallic sabaton. "There you exist! Will you halt hiding pray thee from the Great Angel!" She clapped seeing him kissing a stranger, a raven hair beautiful blithe pale woman that is still dazed from drunkenness, and both of them have nothing on them above the wrinkle coverings. With the smack of their lips at last they finally finished kissing their ruddy brims one another as they heard a loud thump coming from the entrance.
Jhàrold grinned and clasp the woman's waist with a daze and insanity on his drowsy smile. The woman lifts the verge of the crumple sheets to coat her bosom and swiveled her head to the left sans a smile like Jhàrold's drowsy and gloomy behind the intoxication. "Oh, By my troth, I will bit commit to hooking with pulchritude ladies ever again" He giggled silently and confessed it seriously but sarcastic while his left hand raised giving rise to a dissimulate vow. "I apologize Sir Aerith" The woman moved her chin down, falling her raven hair to her shoulder and chest, while she was giving forgiveness for what she have done - she did not remember what she performed last night but haze and euphoria.
"You heed her, Jhàrold, we do not have much time to carry to strode wayfarer to find the miscreants!" Elàyñiā yelled, making her wings almost spread by themselves from anger from waiting and tiredness - while her brow pushed down and her chin started to crease, she strives to soothe herself. The woman nodded and Jhàrold undertook to kiss her again but she refuses to perform so. "Aww, my darling, do not be uneasy I perform not to bite" He whispered to her ears with a soft alluring tone - bringing about her to push him. Few tears fall on her cheeks encircled with printed lips as well as her soft torso. The woman felt remorse for pushing him - she felt she was sexually assaulted because she served not to believe that she prevailed herself last night. Jhàrold kisses her shoulder as he brushed her ebony strands set above the shoulder.
"Cease this nonsense, Jhàrold!" Elàyñiā screeched with the unrest of cannot hold within, she could not behold the mortal getting hound by him and the moment she could not take it - she takes out her glaive. A celerity move presents oneself - faster like the flash of enormous lightning above the misty firmament. Jhàrold grasp an air, beholding the verge of a blade pointed to his forepart neck. The woman pants from frightening after not seeing Elàyñiā move straight toward them with fulguration, so suddenly that she stride towards them shortly. "Stop or Perish?" Elàyñiā whispered as she grip the handle of her glaive so tightly, that she can grate from outrage.
"Come on Mighty, I thought we were friends?" He grinned with his hand raised as he shove his body to the edge of the bed while the glaive from the Angel still pursue. "You woman bring yourself out of here" Elàyñiā glimpse her fury eyes at the woman and tell her to get out so she can talk to the drowsy knight privately. The woman followed her, she step her foot below the planks of the bed and coated her body with her cold hand as she strolls away. "What in the misery is your crisis now?" Jhàrold said as he push the pointed blade to his neck with his finger and then gradually stood up out above the bed. "Beshrew thee, we need to hurry on and you are spending my moment here!" She yelled while putting back her glaive to the belt that holds the holder of her brand for long. The woman walked away fast, the moment she finally arrayed while eavesdropping on them arguing at the corner. The woman tip-toed soon as she gets nigh to the exit of the room sans peeking behind - she felt ingrate.
Jhàrold fastens settling his belt onto his chausses and vesture to equip him for wearing his large armors of his while the Angel is staring at him - to make sure that he is dressed up entirely. "Will you give me a minute, pray thee?" He smiled while putting his vesture on as he stretched both of his arms and bend over to insert his vesture on his physique. "Shake a leg" She said while her hands are gripped to the side of her midsection with an expression that carried fury from standing by endlessly and concern within. She pants from anger and the sound fades as they prepared out of the room after Jhàrold finally sweetened and carry his mickle hammer to his aspect.
On land they cross the murky bosky with enormous wood breathe below the fuliginous mist. An Inlet at the side of the silence of the misty wilderness. Sans leaves above the others sprout like autumn leaves - barely will subside. Their step leaves a footstep every stride, the Angel will cover them with loam as she mumbles in her instinct. The two great Knight from above and below - did not discuss or speak to one another but in silence, they carry through the journey to save their humanity and land. The ether sky evolves to be purple haze which nigh gloam. Stars ignite occur on the ether lavender sky and tangerine while the big birds drifted above silently. Howl of leaves crawling below and travels through their armors and complexion.
They walk still above the earth, the niveous mountains with opaques shades below and viewpoints, frigid pale above and there is plenty of dim stars above the pointy ends at the top of the great mountains. Large mere below the front root of the mountains. They travel without unlocking their mouth to speak and opened their brim to forge motions but only Jhàrold performed - he whistles while gazing at the supernal Angel's curly hair at the back of her plate. Murky surrounded them but the lilac hue effulgent from the blade supported them to get through the darkness from the duskiness and drowsiness. All creatures of the night dwell in the area and the others slumber peacefully - staying for the daylight to arise.
"I believe we stand nigh to the land" Jhàrold said while standing above the huge boulder that can hold his weight as he stands stilly to look at the sky and path. Afar they can behold the malefic flames from Connart they can witness from eve. Elàyñiā moved her chin down as well her sights to feel her glaive fulgent to her glimpse like a lavender beam she believes. "We stand land to Connart at last, let us proceed now" she said as she brings out her glaive and perked up to spread her wings. "Good heathens, you, at last, spoke to me" He grinned while putting his feet with sabaton on the ground commencing to flee on the boulder and continue.
Elàyñiā flees as she thumps her feet on the soil and shivers it left to right, undertaking to launch her wings to bestrew and flutter to rise high. A strong wind pushed Jhàrold backward even his weight can shove it behind from the great gust. "What the" Jhàrold cut his words from amazed as he glimpses at the extraordinary wings that flutter high. The white wing has a purple hue in the middle that strives to spread its beautiful color through the cloud feathers. The moment The Angel flaps her wings above - it creates a magnificent tough gust, pushing the side of the tree to side and afar the Knight can behold the rutilant halo above her as well the pommel of her glaive. "She is a good friend indeed" He sighed after saying that with burden and grief.
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"Go there, I will lead you" Aerline whispers to the injured villager, her lips aquiver from the terrifying incident occurring in Connart. The villager nodded while he hike his arms close to Aerline's back to support him in strolling to the shelter which directs to the great mage's untouched tower. Fireballs of blue hue flames drizzled above, they were not been hit by the brother's and others' great spells to generate a defense to insure them. Loud growling and blast of philippic power strives to destruct the Connart. The perfervid battle between mages and the big puissant monster brings turmoil upon the land. Aerline tries her effort to heal the several injured mages that were caused by the pellucid blue beam strikes their skin and others breathed demise.
The green haze crawls to the man's damaged and bruised skin, the man was happy to get healed from the kind pulchritude Helian. Aerline was focused to help others to be healed while closing her sights to concentrate while crouching her legs and bending them over to an Indian sit - she achieved this not knowing she can let out the great ability that is kept inside her for too long. As she opens her sight, she behold the man's aspect was healed from her power, she smiled as well the man. "Sweetheart" Aerline called the minor girl with her hand offering her to clasp with it, she heeds the man and thank her "I thank thee". The girl bowed her head and walked unhurriedly, shy to lay her hand above Aerline's hand.
"Can you reveal to me, where it hurts, darling?" Aerline said with a slight curve to her brim, to indicate she will never mistreat but to help to heal the child. The girl nodded and she fall to the ground while showing her injured limb purposely. "This might take a while" Aerline said as she caress the child's deep wound on her knee, deep rufescent flowing down her legs and the sprouted wound flatten even more as she touches. The whimpering girl embarks to hold her breath long and shut down her sight while her mother holds onto her tightly. Time passed through their moment, ongoing chaos outside, several got healed from Aerline, and others are not yet rehabilitated. "I thank thee, you are a very special child" The woman said, one of the last to be healed. Aerline chuckled with blithe upon her rosy tone and lips to gaze at all the villagers were pleased with the enthusiasm they carry as they communicate, giggle, and care for one another. Children reunited with her and his playmates, and they fiddle and discuss something spectacular. The couple sits at the corner, nuzzling each other, saying myriad great appreciation to the Helian for bringing them to be delighted and healed.
"Hell with this wolf!" Jhàrold screamed as he swings his mickle hammer to shutter its limb to clamp so the Angel can strike. The great wolf swings its tail hard to kick Jhàrold but luckily he snatches the fur of the monster's tail hastily - ere he performed that he can sense the great wolf will think to allure and ambush shortly. As Jhàrold pulled the fluffed tail, The Angel swing her glaive and put up her sword to cut it as she prays in a whisper to summon a flaxen lightning glint. The Great Monster roared, the scream was so loud that it creates a vibration through the ground and then something that just raised - sapphire color shard awaken above the base of Connart. The mages of Connart that assisted Jhàrold and The Angel to fight - cast a spell in their mind, settling their fingers in different aspects while locking their eyes, a sharp gust shatters the shard that is aroused by the great monster. The great monster stride its body to get out by pulling its injured limb executed by Jhàrold, the limb detached from its body - the monster cries out and grumbles, as he beholds every mage, strives to annihilate him to defend Connart as well as Jhàrold and Elàyñiā.
The monster moved his head so fast to the left aspect to devour the mage beside it. Waggling its tail to push the mages behind him to the wood of the trees - to demolish their bones asunder. The mage's body fulminates with many gore and blood bestrew the grass and woods. The great monster consumes the two mages he devoured, after turning his head to see his prey. The teeth imbrue with the mage's blood from the great wolf, meat, and guts falling to his mouth as well as the flow of the rufescent fresh sanguine fluid. The orifices of the wolf turned blue, lightning dreary bolts appearing on its brows and under sights to dodge the lightning that the Angel summoned upon her sword. The great monster dodge the attack, the many volts of fulgurous were hardly a waste of moment to cast that will never strike it to the monster perchance.
The great wolf uses one limb that can still damage its opponents with massive ichor claws. The monster swings its claw at the mage after pausing for the mages to cast a spell while growling- lived a little long, that is why it fires on shortly.   Jhàrold smashed its head by swinging it horizontally into the air as the monster runs to the mages to slay. Jhàrold struggles to move soon to uphold the mages because of the thick armor that protected him as well as his hammer. The skull of the monster moved to the right with the blood coming out of his roar and slowly its head will devastate. The monster screamed again after feeling the cut of the tough fervor blade like a lightning bolt from the Angel. Elàyñiā swiveled her body to cut the side of the monster's belly - but this time the monster swerved once more.
The Angel thumped her feet and then spread her wings to attack the monster vertically - through the sky into the fur of the great monster. The gust pushed the flames and she screamed as she goes down while her glaive was prepared to stab the great wolf. Jhàrold smashed the head of the monster nigh neck and he gasps in a hot atmosphere.
He beholds someone throws its dark plumbless shield to the monster's neck, it stabbed so deeply that the gush of blood began to flow below the shield that is pierced. Jhàrold tumbles his jaw, glimpsing Kristinov running with ire on his mood and speared his glaive to the chest while the monster nearly going to faint from the strike of great power from the Angel from Supernal. Elàyñia swings her sword, again and again, to cut the flesh of the monster deeply sans noticing Kristinov shifting his red fervid blade to cleave the chest to the abdomen by running fast. The coruscate power from the Angel and the Black Knight strikes down and below the great wolf simultaneously, and the body of the monster explodes - gore and fresh guts scatter the place. The turmoil ended at last with the support of the three great warriors and the assistance of the mages, violence above nature, several mages perished no farewell as they fulminate cold-blooded and more blood bestrew to the barely fallen Connart.