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Reikand watched as Rauven tried something new. Watching that made him think. He looked down at the ground. An idea broke through. He let one of the trees get closer than he would have liked for comfort. When it got that close, he quickly kicked the ground, sending a spray of dirt and rocks up at the tree. The tree shuddered and moved backward. He looked over at Rauven, hoping his partner saw what he had just done.

As Rauven layed defeated on his knees, he sees Reikand kicking the dirt.
What is he doing?? Then he sees the trees backing down. Either they have no protection from below... Or the ground is their sweet spot.
"Hey Reikand, on three, attack the floor right below the trees. Do not aim for the trees themselves, instead crave your dagger on the floor. I think you kicked a root back there" Let's go... 1, 2....... 3!

Reikand's blade whistled down through the air, slicing through the invisible particles of air. The tip struck the ground first, parting the dust as if it were butter. The rest of the blade slowly passed into the ground. It continued to sink, finally striking something once the hilt was almost touching the ground. Reikand kept a steady eye on the tree in front of him. The tree's branches suddenly flipped straight up into the air, and started shaking. The ground around Reikand was very quickly covered in fresh leaves. The tree began leaning away from Reikand. He felt a tugging on his blade, but he didn't let the blade budge. The tree squirmed, shaking more leaves onto the ground. Soon, Reikand could no longer even see his hands, so completely was the ground coverage. The tree's jerking on the blade grew stronger and stronger with each tug. Reikand began to sweat, feeling the strain on his muscles from the immensely strong tree.

Oz pointed a guantleted finger toward a vace behind teh waterfall. "There." he said simply. He started to form a plan of attack and securing the beast. He slowly walked toward the cave, his heavy boots barly visable under his robe. Hopefully a simple soundproof cell would be enough.

It worked. Finally Rauven could do some use to his strength. He runs to the other tree, dodging a branch that was coming his direction. Wait... That was the first attack the trees have made. They were getting hastier, and more violent. They knew their weak spots, and the advantage of the enchanted Earthlings was now gone. It was time to get into the real action. This wasn't a test. This were two tests, and the harder test was done. Fire pumped again in Rauven's head, as he swung the sword to another incoming branch, forgetting the protective spell. The blade shook, but the grip on Rauven's fist was too great to sort effect. As he finally got to the base of the tree, the jumped and craved his sword into the ground. It was much softer than he had expected, and the power made the blade almost disappear. Suddenly, something a little harder made the sword halt. He heard a cracking sound, an a shriek, not from this world, as if the noise was not in their ears, but in their heads. The ground shook, and the tree got back several feet, in pain. Now this was working. He attacked again.

"Okay..." whispered Xera. She closed her eyes. Her cape swept over her body, and became cloaked. Now no one could see her, except her friends of course. This was her special escape, a knowledge only bound to those who study Shadow hard enough. She knew of Reikand who was able to do this also, being a Shadow student, possibly even Oz. She trained hard with Shadow workings...Growing up with no parents known, only to dream of becoming the sharpest, most elite of all Messengers. Which might as will only stay a dream, a faint hope for ascension through the ranks of people on ZenCirca.

This she knew was her destiny, though the word was heavy. in being a messenger, she knew many things would be sacrificed, and no trust could be placed in anyone...Almost at least. She trusted her friends, but only few of them. She knew others, but they were going separately. Reikand was especially one of her favorite people to talk to, and Oz was a good person to train with. Rauven was just basically an all around good strategist, tenacious in every action.

Unseen, undetected, Xera moved toward the cave opening...Leaving Oz to think of his plans, and Xera to listen later...

(edited for any sp errors xD that you can now NOT see xD)

Oz quickly followed, preparing his mental and physical reserves for the upcomming battle. He moved his robe aside, showing for the first time massive, thick, full body armor that would be all but impenetreble except to the masters of shadow. No blade could harm his body, from a helm that showed only his eyes, nose, and mouth, those even being covered up my a visor, to the five-and-a-half inch thick armor. Of course, just having a lot of protection didn't make you a good Guardsman. Those abilities were a closly kept secret. He locked his sheild in place on several hooks on the front of this armor and entered the cave.

Reikand quickly moved in between the two trees, passing unscathed. He passed around to the other side of the tree Rauven stood at. He drove his blade into a root, staking the tree to the ground for Rauven's hacking pleasure. As he held the handle of the jerking blade, he closed his eyes to envision a better place. It was his mental palace, his Loci, and it was where he gained most of his power. He entered the palace and saw Xera in the middle of the dining room, atop the table, balancing on one toe. He smiled at the sight. Suddenly she fell, tumbling backward onto the floor. Her head split open. Reikand hated when he had to envision such horrible things, but he felt a flame of power surge into him at the rage and pain of her falling. He opened his eyes. If anyone would have seen his eyes, they would have seen that they had entirely turned purple. He was tapped in the Loci, an art that few, if any others in the entire world had even heard of, much less mastered.

He looked down at the ground, where his blade was digging into the root. He squeezed his grip on the handle and drove the blade farther down, feeling a resounding snap as the root became completely severed. The tree swayed away, toward Rauven. Reikand seized the opportunity and slipped his blade into the bottom of the tree. The tree shuddered, shaking the very ground. It recovered, turning itself back upward. Reikand was forced to let go of his blade. As the tree straightened, the hilt struck the ground and slid further in. The tree shuddered, but swung a branch at Reikand, making him fly back. Reikand landed on the ground, delirious and disoriented. He searched for Rauven, wondering what he would be doing. The Loci effect was gone.

Rauven was not far, hidden, looking at Reikand. He knew that was something holy, and that he should turn his eyes away, but he had to look. To his trained eyes, a white aura glowed around Reikand. He was at least 3 times more powerful, Rauven could tell for the way he grabbed the dagger. For Rauven to master an ability like that, would turn him beyond human. Rauven would be a God among gods.

The ultimate purpose for any Blaze follower, the Fire... Arastor was made by the last Fire Master. A gift Rauven's master could not carry anymore. He saw his master right beside him. The master looked at him, and said Rauven, your will takes you to dark places. The Blade is dangerous, for Her power is neutral. You cannot always work in the path of light. Arastor shun at the last word, a fiery mist covered her fine worked blade. The stone on the handle's end glowed red. Rauven's heart pounded so hard he could hear it perfectly, and anyone near could so too. Then, the master's eyes turned gray, and a spot of blood blossomed in his chest, growing, glowing in the same color as the sphere of Arastor.
They had killed his master, Athor, the Pyromancer, in front of him, when he was just 7 years old. At the time, Rauven was the Protected, the favorite student of one of the 5 Masters. The kill of the 3rd Master...
That's when everything came clear to Rauven. Now only the Ether Master was alive. For how long? Rauven had to pass this test. He had to become Rauven, the Pyromorphos! For his Master's piece...

A loud bang made his Vision disappear. Reikand was no longer glowing, and looked cornered. The sphere was still glowing hot. He felt the heat of battle again pumping fire into his veins. Using some shadow theory, he sneaked behind one of the trees and called the Blaze. The blade of the sword seemed to burn, as he swung it above his head, burying it all the way, in diagonal, so the very heart of the tree was hit. A loud snap echoed through the forest, as the flames on Arastor consumed the tree from inside. It was a strange fire indeed. Although the forest's ground was full of dead and dried leaves, the fire did not touched them, only the tree was being consumed. As fast as the fire started, it stopped. The only proof of the tree was the rumbled dirt.

Reikand shrugged off his delirium and struggled to his feet. He watched one tree disappear in Rauven's fire. He looked for the other one. It was watching Rauven closely. Reikand slipped into stealth mode and limped over to the tree, suddenly shoving it. The tree rocked far enough for Reikand to get a hand on his blade handle sticking out of the bottom. He yanked it up and felt it slice through the tree. The blade came parallel to the ground. Reikand pulled the tip of the blade upward, slicing more of the tree. The tree fell, striking the ground with a resounding boom. He winced, not liking the giant noise that made. He continued pulling the blade upward until the tree lay mostly open. He looked down and saw a tiny part of the tree in the open wound was pulsing. The Heart of a Living Tree. These were legendary.

Reikand knelt down, peering at the wooden heart. He reached into the tree and grasped it. He began pulling it out, but found that it was attached via one main outgrowth of wood. Reikand held up his blade and muttered the words, "So ends this Maple's Story." The blade severed the outgrowth. The heart came free in Reikand's hand, still pumping magical tree power out. As it would forever. The tree sagged as the blade cut the outgrowth, sinking deeper into the forest floor. The wound sealed itself up, and the tree quickly turned into a rotten log on the forest floor. Reikand kissed the heart, slipping his cloak off of stealth. The wooden skin of the heart magically expanded and contracted, and with each contraction came a new burst of magic power that could only be seen by those that already had it. Reikand slipped the heart into his cloak, moving into the forest, and beckoned Rauven to follow him.

[[is someone on the other party gonna post anyday or what? me and ryan finished the trees already, and there's nothing more to do]]

((Waitin' for the other person))

Rauven, using the shadows, followed him. Now he could not trust the trees left and right and in front of him, and specially the ones left behind. The feeling was like entering the enemy camp in a pitch-black night: you could never know where they would hit you, IF they were to hit you.
Rauven then remembered Reikand had retieved something he could not see from the spot he was standing, but the way Reikand moved make him uncomfortable. He had to trust Reikand had a plan, and it wasn't running from him with some treasure, or else Rauven would start his own mission solo again. The Gods don't like betrayal between Sharrans.

Reikand moved quickly through the trees, sure that nothing would happen to them. He heard the tentative footfalls of Rauven behind him. He quickly broke out of the trees and passed into a brief clearing before a small pond. He came to a fast stop, nearly tipping over. He turned around a watched Rauven emerge from the forest, giving him a queer look. He felt a burst of energy with a new contraction of the heart. When Rauven approached, Reikand slipped it out of his cloak and showed it to Rauven. He almost immediately slid it back under his cloak, away from any possibly prying eyes.

He heard the sound of a waterfall nearby, and looked around. The pool curved around a cliff of rock. The waterfall must have been on the other side. Reikand looked down into the water, and saw something moving under the surface. He silently pointed down, trying to point it out to Rauven.

(Oh guys, I'm sorry but I'm SUPER busy this whole month. Can anyone just take my role ffor a bit? Or maybe I can mysteriousl disappear. xD Anyone, a volunteer? Thanks...Sorry again.)