Why was it that this woman refused to believe in anyone but herself? Saith was being to feel rather useless. She didn't need to stay. She didn't need to 'owe him one.' There was no payment needed. Well, technically there was. It was his arrow that saved her during the bridge incident, but he didn't count that. No, that was just sheer luck that they escaped that tragedy. Had Kev not been there, things would have ended differently. In the back of his mind, Saith knew the priestess would pull off some magical trick to save them both. This, of course, only pushed him into an even fouler mood. He was beginning to feel like joining her wasn't an act of chivalry, but an act of foolishness. Was Priestess Mae out to mock those who road with her? Was there a reason her guards were so incompetent? Why, with a woman like this, it was obvious to understand why. Why work your ass off when she can clearly handle herself? Saith was about ready to join Kev and ride off into the darkness with him. At least Kev was willing to accept the drow's skill. Funny how you end up picking your alleged foe over the woman you're supposed to protect, isn't it? Irony was not lost on this moment.

It was a hand on his shoulder that pulled him from his thoughts. Kev's teal eyes signaled a similar feeling -- that feeling of annoyance. Ah, so Saith wasn't alone in feeling underused and, if he could be so bold, belittled. It was time to show this priestess just who they were.

As her light tripped and kicked down the wave of drows, Kev gathered up his spear and swung it wildly at the enemies. With Kev on his backside, Saith was nonchalantly pinging away the foes. Each and every shot went straight through the thigh. It wasn't a kill-blow. No, he wouldn't kill these drow for they were of the same blood as he. Rather, Saith would cause them permanent injury that would leave them unable to hunt silently or attack people foolishly. If they sought medical help, it would need to be at a temple and, well, why venture to a temple when you're clearly attacking the priestess who would heal you. This made Saith snicker. Ah, he loved causing this type of pain to unsuspecting peons.

"Duck," the knight instructed and drow did as such. Once the spear swung just above his head, Saith's red eyes prepared to hit another attacker. Lacing up one arrow after another, he kept squatting and shooting out arrows. When Kev was done swinging the spear over his head and around his body as if it were an extension of him, Saith leaped into the air. Kev, so in tune with what the drow was doing, shifted his grip on his spear and used a blunt end of the weapon to kick the drow higher into the air. Smirk on his stern face, the knight barrel rolled to safety.

It was time for Saith to show off a bit.

A rain of arrows followed. The speed and fury of them was enough to make Kev respect the drow he previously doubted. Saith could release an arrow a second (or so it felt). It was probably the fastest thing Kev's teal eyes had ever tried to watch. He was drawn in and almost wanted to applaud his white-haired companion, but then he spied something that caused concern. Saith's quiver was nearly depleted of arrows. Seizing the opportunity, the knight rushed on into the path where only a few drow remained standing. Toppling one over, he gave the drow a good punch to the jaw. Spit and blood splashed on his cheek, but he kept beating him until another one approached from behind. Saith was ready though, perched in a visible branch, he let an arrow strike the enemy square in the back so it would pierce the heart. The weight of the corpse forced Kev to fall to the ground, but he was scurrying out from beneath the body just seconds later. Running around, he barrel rolled again and, as he was fumbling to his feet, he started to pick up the arrows that were protruding out the legs of the drow Saith had hit. It was easy picking since this drow were doubled over in pain from the leg injuries sustained. Within moments, Kev had retreated all the arrows from the ten downed drow.

Down to his last arrow, Saith decided he would obey the priestess' command to retreat. It was clear that these drow were just the pawns of the fight for a growl came from down the road. Saith didn't recognize it, but he didn't want to stick around to find out what the second wave might bring.

Hopping from the tree, he met Kev on the ground who was happily handing him more arrows than he started with. "The good thing about drow is that they all seem to prefer arrows or knives." Pocketing a few throwing knives for himself, Kev mounted his horse. Offering Saith a hand, he pulled the dark skinned man onto his beast. Heels stabbing the ribs, the horse pulled forward. Saith, sitting with his back to Kev, readied more arrows. With this surplus from the fight, he was able to send a few flying at what looked like wild dogs.

"Why do you think we're being attacked?" He spoke loud enough so only his riding companion could hear.

"I'm going to guess it has something to do with how Mae and I came to be. A thief robbed something from the temple. I can only imagine what chaos will come if we don't restore the items."

"Heh, you don't have to tell me twice." Kicking Ruine again, the horse rode faster and harder. "Nice fighting, drow." Looking over his shoulder, Kev offered the blue eyed man a smile.

"You're not so bad yourself, human."

And, like that a friendship was made. Henceforth, Kev and Saith wouldn't be at one another's throats. They would team up and, together, they would prove their might, wit, and skill. There was no foe, no monster, no dragon that could stop them. With Kev's fancy footwork and majestic spear and Saith's ability to shoot true and quick, the unlikely pair because a force not to recon with.

Both exchanging a smirk, they road the rest of the night in silence.

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