When fighting broke out in Arynn Frey, the heads of state and those in the direct line of fire might have found out first, but it still took time for the realization to trickle down to those who were neither. Despite every intention of finding her own place to crash during their tenure in Elyusian, Kester had ended up returning to @kaveri ’s little room at the back of the tavern more often than not until only the pretense remained. The arrangement had been surprisingly fine, and as long as neither of them addressed it, it would continue to be fine.

And then their tenuous truce became the least of Kester’s worries.

With their sensitive hearing, the dyrs picked up the sounds of panic first, and their alarm jolted their humans to bleary-eyed wakefulness. When they spilled into the street outside the tavern on the northeast side of the city, Kester heard the name that had haunted them for years: Eldouir. In case the others hadn’t noticed, she repeated it for them through Walnut, but by the time she turned to face Kaveri, the expression on his face no doubt matched her own. The Adoi and Dijila, caravans of warriors who had seen and survived combat, had fallen before the redheads like rain. Now the monsters had turned their sights upon the Dresmondi’s primary refuge, and armed with only a child-like of war, Arynn Frey was in absolutely no state to meet them.

It’s going to be a bloodbath. Wide awake with adrenaline rushing through her, Kester eyed the people running in the streets, noting those who were clearly not warriors. Their panic did not move her. She would not fight the Eldouir for them but for the fallen Dresmondi whose ghosts would not let her run from the monsters a second time. After five years spent in Arynn Frey, the chance for revenge had finally arrived, and Kester had every intention of staining the ground crimson with the redheads’ blood. Filled with a grim determination, she turned in the direction from which the civilians fled, intuiting that the closest Eldouir lay in that direction. By now, she knew the city well enough to recognize where the ocean - and the wall, which suffered the combined attentions of @drystan and Azazel Eldouir - stood.

Kester looked back at Kaveri with a lip quirked upwards. Might as well take as many of those fuckers down as we can, yeah? Just like the good ole days.

The laughter that rung in the air was almost playfully sinister between Elena Eldouir and herself. The two playing games at this point, beautifully crafting their dance of destruction. Myla and Elena were no fools though, both powerful and yet, warriors. For many many years. Put under the harsh training of Hiram and those before him. Myla kept up her armor of pulsing energy around herself, and carefully slid one over Elena. Making them seem to almost shimmer in the sunlight.

They wouldn’t be caught off guard if one was to attack them. Pushing further south as the wall crumbled in their path… and Myla glanced towards Lorendale. How easily they could just shift…

It seemed they were only gathering speed. The Eldouirs who had been dispatched to destroy the wall continued on their destructive rampage. Akagi Llewellyn ’s calvary peacekeepers stayed en route to their destinations, but it would still take them some time to reach them.

@calliope moved her soldiers into position. The arrival of Arynnite soldiers in the camp would now become known to the Eldouir, as some Dresmondi started to follow their urging to flee. Most, however, remained frozen; the shock and fear at seeing the villains of their nightmares returning were as powerful as any magic. When Hiram Eldouir issued his demands, many Dresmondis’ eyes turned to Camus for direction, but the Dresmondi was just as shocked as the others. He hovered over his whimpering dyr, looking on in horror as @yeva descended on the fearful refugees.

The Dresmondi would not fight back unless otherwise instructed. The Arynnite soldiers would see @yeva , moving like a grotesque, fleshy spider, cutting down Dresmondi as they shrieked and scattered in fear.

In the city, all eyes turned to Queen Kimora Llewellyn for leadership, but so far the forces were still gathering. By the time @bowen arrived at the royal family’s side, he would find the strategy still being formulated. @kester and @kaveri would charge toward their attackers, valiantly going to defend the city that was not theirs to defend. If there was ever a test for the Llewelyn's leadership, this was it.

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Azazel was having a grand ole time but while his efforts were successful, it was far less satisfying to fight against a still wall than a moving target. Assuming he was making holes in the wall he’d begin to pour out of the holes a hot magma that would begin to burn and spread n the other side toward the enemy. Even as he spewed lava he wouldn’t stop his heavy fisted banging, remembering that Hiram’s instruction was to primarily take down the wall.

Elena happened to catch Myla’s glance towards their true home of Lorendale. How much she missed it. And the people she’d met there. She wondered how Victor was doing and part of her hoped he was doing well while another part hoped he was somehow pining for her.

She had no time to ponder on it and it was only the briefest of glances before she called out to Myla. “Is that all you got?” She challenged with a smirk as she used her telekinetic gift to push as hard as she could, attempting to explode the weakened wall outward with an incredibly dangerous force that would crush, or at least maim, anyone who was on the receiving end of the broken pieces of stone. The two women would rapidly progress northwards, their destructive skill unmatched as they used their flight to aid in their progression.

Elena snagged her attention again, and as the wall exploded, Myla turning her face just enough to have pebbles bounce off her face from the magical armor around her. It was the raised brow of hers that would accept the challenge. Because Myla’s gift… the most underrated. The most powerful if she really put her mind to it. She slowly bent her knees to crouch down, her hands smoothing over the grass below her.

“Hold on, red,” she flashed a bright smile and with a giant push of energy, the ground shook. Earth quake like trembles as far as the eye could see, the wall crumbling as it ran in an unnaturally strong current under the walls. Anyone within a few miles would feel the tremble before she stood back up. Brushing her hands from the dirt, flicking off a piece of rumble as dust clouded in the air.

Elena Eldouir would feel the moment Myla sided up to her. “Ever imagine going back to Lorendale?” She glanced towards the kingdom, a slow smirk growing. “Just for fun. We have so many connections we could… catch up with.”

Hiram's smile faded a little as soldier of Arynn Frey started showing up...and Dresmondi were fleeing towards the capital? Wrong way. Running his tongue over the front of his teeth, he snapped to @donovan,

"Do something about them going the wrong way." He was sure the artist could get creative with that demand. Hiram reached into his pocket and plucked the vial of witch's blood, downing it easily. He felt her magic moving through him, a chill causing his body to quiver for a moment, but then his lips started moving in a quiet whisper. A chant.