Escape
Quickly their fingers worked to replace Xervis' armour and belongings on his person. The area wasn't safe. Any moment now several dozen Quadavs would be charging past the nearby Afflictor and discover them. Xervis made to speak, but he was still affected by the numbing silence spell the Muter machine had hit them both with, and flexed his jaw as the sensation faded.
"Ana... I-"
"Just shut up and kiss me." In one swift motion she grappled him and planted her lips against his. Something about it was bittersweet. Maybe she had been too forward, and he was unable to respond in kind, or he didn't genuinely feel how she did. She did her best to ignore it.
"We need to move somewhere safe," she began.
"Yeah, that'll happen."
"Safe enough, I mean. I can take us from this place with a spell, but it takes some time to cast. I cannot be interrupted."
"This way," he said. She handed him a powder and took one for herself. After a moment their eyes betrayed them, and they could no longer see each other at all.
"Xervis?" she softly called, suspecting he might've gone ahead.
"I'm here," he whispered from infront of her. She almost jumped when she felt his hand in hers. He slowly guided her hand to his shoulder, and they began to move along the rocky hallways. After moments they could hear the Quadavs shouting and charging behind them, and they barely managed to escape into a small storeroom as they passed.
"What now?" she whispered.
"Back the way we came," he replied. "I have a score to settle."
They moved slowly back to the large room. The war leader was there, still in a fuss over Xervis' sudden dissapearance. He figured out that it was the work of a spell of some kind, he wasn't stupid. But the fact that he was loose was disturbing a thought indeed.
Xervis stopped as they stepped inside, and shook the powder from his armour. He soon became completely visible again. Anatares whispered a complaint as the Quadav jumped from his seat.
"Aww, did you miss me?"
The beastman let out a gutteral roar. Xervis slowly brought his weapon to bear, a smile playing across his lips. It abruptly changed into a focused line when the angered Quadav was a step away.
"Now!"
"Hexa Strike!"
"Spinning Slash!"
"Holy!"
Overwhelmed, the Quadav fell. The beastman had made a grave miscalculation in sending all his men off, as the room was now free and clear of enemies. Anatares put her hammer away and breathed.
"So... I don't suppose I could get a Cure?"
Ana smiled. "Cure IV." She placed a hand on his shoulder and willed a green energy to knit up the cuts in his face and bruises to his person. "Now, I'm going to start casting. Stay close to me."
Xervis nodded, and turned his back to her, sword at the ready. Anatares closed her eyes and focused, calling to the Void itself with the power of her mind. She held her hands infront of her chest, a black ball of energy forming between her palms. She heard the sounds of battle once more, but she did her best to tune it out. She could feel a pull around her midsection. It was the climax of the spell. She opened her eyes. They were completely black.
"I call upon the darkness of the Void to take us from this place! Escape!"
The dark sphere of energy in her hands grew to envelop her, and she vanished from the room.