"I hate to be a spoil sport but what the frack are we getting ready for!?" dT shot out. "The city is under attack," said Hex as Amber suddenly ran off, with a brief explaination of herself, toward the fray. Hex sighed, he was going to need to stop her, if they were enough to worry the vampire then the girl would be torn apart for sure. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to stop a brash young girl from ending her own life..." Hex ran after Amber, as he moved he formulated his plan of how he was going to stop her. He hoped he could reason with her, but it occurred to him that at her age no one had ever been able to make him listen to logic. He was fearless back then, and stupid too. He'd lived as much on luck as he had on skill, and so these days he preferred to think before he acted, with any luck he could usually avoid situations that might land him in the after life. In all likelihood he would need to knock her out, unfortunate, but he believed she might be able to understand someday. Luckily she hadn't made it far before an elf leapt down from the roof and stopped her. Her muscles moved like she was ready to split him in half when suddenly she spoke, "Who are you to speak of my father in such a familiar fashion?" she questioned him suddenly. "A good question," said Hex, interrupting. "But one that will have to be answered later. Right now I think it would be best if we fled this city." Amber looked at him, a glance that would melt stone. "I understand you have your reasons for wanting to face the invaders, but discretion is the better part of valor. Were you to face them now you'd be killed, no matter how mighty you are. The name 'Dead Town' will soon come to describe this place much more accurately than it does now," said Hex. "It may not be your method to run away, but sometimes you must, to fight another day."