Face to Face, the Demon and the Mermaid

Ilmryn Xyltyn rubbed his hand against his face. He smelled of fire and Demon. Again, he was at the place where he had sucked the life from the earth with hellfire. Now, he would push the damage further into Calenhad, working his way ever closer to the elven city.

Ilmryn Xyltyn: He was in Demon form, but he had taken precautions to make sure no one was around. After all, his powers were lessened when he presented himself as the Drow.

the Demon

Xella Steward holds the letter in her hand, trotting down the path to Calenhad

Ilmryn Xyltyn raised an arm and with a growl, something akin to feral, something akin to the emptiness which consumed him and Hellfire pulsed through his body, through his arm and out his fingers. In one fell swoop the forest was ablaze. A smirk curled onto his thin lips and he growled, ""Te'kano ekto'edos, Druid," he hissed into the flames that snapped at the vegetation and the trees, eating them with a fierceness.

the Fire

Xella Steward pauses as she smells something burning, she goes off the path, drawing water to her to try to put it out.

Ilmryn Xyltyn jerks and spasms as a burst of water blasts into the flames, drops hitting his body which is ablaze with Hellfire. He winces at the pain from the water and jerks his head to look back over his shoulder. He sees her and hisses and slowly turns.

Xella Steward eyes widen as she hears the hiss, she eyes widen as she sees the demon, "Ryn.....?

Ilmryn Xyltyn started to say yes and then stopped himself. Had she seen him in this form? Surely not. Then like an animal, his legs bent, he moved closer to her, wary of the water he knew she could call upon.

Ilmryn Xyltyn: "Go away!" he hissed.

Xella Steward swallows, eyes wide, she takes a step back, realizing this is his true form, "Ryn, I'm sorry,"

Xella

Xella Steward looks at the scorched land around her, her eyes widen.

Xella Steward holds the letter from the Druid King in her hand.

Ilmryn Xyltyn steps yet closer to her, fangs protruding and curled around his bottom lip. He extended a hand and flames shoot from his finger tips landing close enough to frighten but not injure her. Te'kano ekto'edose! Tor a'kiel (I will kill you, I will do it), he hissed and growled as the flames in the forest climbed higher into the air, stripping the land of it's life.

Xella Steward does not understand his words, but realizes he can, and will, kill her.

Xella Steward backs up, looking up to the elf city.

Ilmryn Xyltyn drops down onto all fours, his claws digging into the hardened ash and advances toward her, "Be gone or your fate is sealed," he growls as he nears her and moves around her, circling his prey.

Xella Steward swallows, shivering as he circles, "If I run, you would only chase me, you can't afford to let me go, risking me telling the King.

Xella Steward pulls water toward her.

Xella Steward looks at Ryn, knowing she would only have one good shot.

Ilmryn Xyltyn hisses and cringes at the water hitting his skin. And unlike the hellfire which consumes him, he let out a loud cry as the pain claimed him. And as he cries our an arm moves toward her, a movement so swift she would not see it. And he wraps his burning hand around her wrist, jerking her and pushing her away.

Xella Steward eyes widen and gasps at the burn, she tosses a ball of water at him, then grabs her wrist.

Ilmryn Xyltyn dodges the water but not fast enough as it splashes into his side and he lets out a cry that surely can be heard throughout the lands. He turns and on all fours and much like a wolf, he runs. He runs hard and fast toward the Shadow Lands, the pain overwhelming him.

Xella Steward holds her wrist lightly, heading to elf town after putting the fires out.