Shadow Slayers

Daryn was pulled into a hug with her closer comrades (and the small elf). She was alright for about two seconds, but soon she felt a fear in her stomach and wiggled out of what had now become a giant group hug huddle when Ooro and Osseus had joined in.

"Alright, alright already- yes, we're okay, hah." Daryn laughed emptily. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm tired, hungry, and a little chilly. Let's go set up camp, alright?" She said, and started her own way toward the strange thing that had joined their guild over the course of the battle, whom she'd heard shouting about starting a fire.

Halfway toward the newly constructed fire-pit, a nagging voice in the back of her mind started bubbling forth.

You're doing it again, you idiot. You're pushing them away. You told yourself you wouldn't do that anymore- not after that battle. But here you are, running away from your feelings.

She stopped in her tracks and looked back at her comrades. Her friends. She decided for once, she'd wait for them to catch up.

Mimisko heard someone yelling that.

Oh crap! That's right. It's night time!

Mimisko feel like she has to do something. She sees Daryn halfway to the newly constructed fire-pit. This sparked an idea for Mimisko.

"Hey Celty, can you hold on for one moment? I gotta help someone."

Mimisko ran off for a moment, she sees a piece of wood on the ground she grabs it with her hand that is not hurt and used a bit of fire magic that does hurt. Luckily being a fire mage, this doesn't hurt. This does cause the top of the piece of wood to be on fire. She walks towards Daryn.

"Hey, I hope you don't mind a bit of help." Mimisko says has she offerd the torched wood to Daryn while smiling.

Mimisko smiled

"Thank you. And I'm sure you did a good job in battle."

Mimisko bowed as she said.

"I gotta get back to Celty. I hope everything goes well~."

Mimisko heads back to Celty as she waves to Daryn.

She's at Celty now.

"I'm sorry about that. Back to where we were."

Mimisko then lend out her hand that was hurting.

((woAH SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE REAL LIFE SURE IS GREAT //shot))

She cocked an eyebrow as if to say 'I'm not sure if you were listening to what I said earlier' in response.
Galystris stepped a bit closer to the both of them, and waved lightly to Luair
"Look, I was rather rude and inconsiderate out there, and my deepest apologies for that."
She gave a polite smile to Luair, and completely didn't bother looking back at osseus for confirmation if that would suffice.
If you were hurt too badly I can numb it a bit, but I would understand if you didn't trust my handle on magic."
She gave a sheepish laugh. God, now that she looked at Luair's cuts, she realized just the extent of the damage she had done.
"A-and again, my deepest apologies for that...."
That sounded much more sincere than her last attempt at rebuilding things. She was actually sorry what a shock woah.
((melty))
((I know you guys alrady kinda left so you can ignore this message or assume she said it before they left))

Manasa shivered as she watched the strange him uncork his eye and let loose a torrent of strange black ooze. She would never verbalize her unease, and did her best to keep a neutral expression, though everything about Zerah's... sludge was extremely off putting to her.

The others began to circle about the fire, to which she gave polite nods as they grew near. She wanted to keep everybody on good terms so that hopefully the discussion of teamwork could hopefully get somewhere. As Daryn stood my the fire, torch in hand Manasa gave the fighter a reaffirming smile. Daryn had been the one to help her after she was punished in the first battle, and she was a member of the guild Manasa wished to grow closer to. Manasa's eyes strayed to the flickering flame of the torch and an idea clicked in her head. Rylan had saved candles within his pockets. While only two- they should be enough to make a small memorial to the Shadow Slayer's fallen guild members.

"Excuse me," Manasa said, stepping back from the campfire. "I have something I need to go get from the woods, I'll be back soon." She journeyed out of the coliseum and into the outlining woods. She needed flowers. Unfortunately, the time of year limited her selection, though autumn did bring with it deep purple heather and static, clutches of bright red berries, sprays of chrysanthemums and aster an artist's pallet of foliage. Manasa gathered what she could and scurried back to the camp, not wanting to be alone at night. As she did so, the familiar sound of a stream caught her attention.

The stream Manasa discovered was small, if you were to step into it it would barely go past your ankles, yet seeing and hearing it gave her an idea. She had no time to implement this idea now though, and finished her trudge towards camp, sitting in front of the campfire and spreading her collection out before her. Taking two autumn leaves and her sewing needle in hand, she carefully started to sew the two together, and then another and another until she had made a small circle of leaves which she then began to fill with flowers.

"Guess so!" Daryn smiled. With Altheron and Enoch now having joined her, she then added her torch to the wood pile, causing it to become a sufficient heat source. She nodded at Manasa when the woman had done so to her, and nodded again when she declared her slight absence. Sitting down, Daryn took of her quiver and dumped out its contents, making sure not to let the arrows topple out. Her goal was to get to the food, which was once again crushed.

"Enoch, Altheron? Food?" she said to her friends. She then looked to the man with the odd arms. "And you? Your name's Zee, right? I have some meat and berries here if you're hungry." She held out the tattered food bags and waited for her friends to join her and relax.

Rezza stopped near the fire that was now roaring up out of the wood. With his outfit now covering considerably less he shivered as he sank to the ground, ripping both of his bags open. He had little desire to socialize with anyone here and his focus on his job was swiftly waning after having to interact with people, especially after his interaction with Altheron. Gently he dug out one of his vials of water, from his pouch, and downed it before placing it back. Rezza looked into the bag tied to the right side of his belt; aside from the knife all that was there were a few bloodied cloths, his recently acquired hood, and much of the rest of the space was filled with the cured meat he had been carrying around. The healer felt especially famished after today's events and certainly did not want to spare any energy on scavenging from the many corpses around at the moment. A shaky hand uncovered it a small amount and pulled off a roughly finger sized-portion, resealed the bag and popped the piece into his mouth. Sighing he slumped down trying to rest himself near the warmth for a few minutes, undoing his hair and letting it fall onto his shoulders.