Everything seemed to move so fast. Damian just stood there as the battle continued around him. His body trembling from the strain of holding his saber under the pressure of some unknown force. Before He knew it, the enemy was flying away. And in that instant his legs gave way from under him. He fell to his hands and knees. He felt tired, but he knew that he would die if he stayed there.
Zeria was only a few yards away from him. She seemed distraught at what had just happened. Betrayal must be hard one the one that is betrayed, especially if they had been close to the betrayer.
"Arth you fool," Damian whispered with a voice only he could hear. "Why did you join them?"

(OoC:hehe damian is so out of the loop on the relationships)
IC:

Damian sheathed his blade and began to drag himself over to Zeria. His legs had gone limp from all the energy he had used in these past couple hours. She was still sobbing when he reached her, but he had no time to comfort her.
"My Lady, we must leave." His voice was barely audible in this strong wind. "It is too dangerous for us to stay here."

OOC: I suppose with two people now on my back, I should alter the appearance of Taharka's current physique. He's now an even larger bird.

IC:
Once again fluttering his wings, he threw the two warriors onto his back whilst simultaneously making himself aloft - rising higher at tremendous speeds. Debris was now passing dangerously close to Taharka and his small entourage, so he had only enough time to re-collect two of his Assassins from the tempest. Grasped in his mighty talons, they used their small level of magics to hasten Taharka's evacuation, thus relieving themselves of the danger. Rushing, tearing through the atmosphere to escape the ever-tightening hurricane, he finally reached the clear sky... for a moment, all his worries seemed lost - all concept of war, death, and conflict were gone - so beautiful it was, to behold the sky above the clouds. Clear, beautiful...

They were clear of the tempest walls, and thus he descended into the darkened lands of chaos and war; his heart sinking from the temporary lift he experienced mere seconds prior. He thundered down to the earth quite some distance away from the destroyed Mygeeto, as to avoid any potential hurtled debris. Taharka now hovered lightly above the ground, releasing his, then prompting the others to jump off. This war was... over. For now, at least, Taharka felt an air of relief he thought he'd never feel again. The magic flowing within him had fuelled intense anger deep in his heart and mind - resulting in the powerful form that fed off this particular emotion, until it was leeched to nothingness. The result was Taharka reverting to his regular form, to which he returned to... willingly. A grey wisp of cloud gathered around him, pulling itself to his heart as he finally returned to a human state.

"Sigh... gentlemen, it is time to press onward to our primary itinerary: the Water Shrine. If my sense of direction is correct, it should be directly North from our current location... give or take a degree or two. You boy..." he turned to Arth with a discontented look upon his face "... you are to stay here and ensure that any survivors of my magic are slain. Luckily for you they'll likely be weak upon confrontation. Do not fail me, lest you desire to face the consequences."

He advanced North, still regaining his composure from spending so much time in a completely different form. Walking was challenging, but manageable. He beckoned Julius over to proceed along with him, with a slight, feint flick of his hand.

Energy, apparently, had left him. Rest would be required at nightfall, much to the displeasure of Taharka.

( Ok me and Saix have agrred upon this. That by this time the Tornado has started to die down.)

The raging winds which have been howling throughout the battle, were begining to die down. Vex could begin to see the town outside of this infernal vortex. The devastation umimaginable, it was as if the town here never existed. It was complelty in ruins, nothing seemed to be standing. His memories shifting back to the events that had just unfolded and Julius's last words, the ones that told him to hold on to his gem till he could claim it. Grasping his sword tighter he vowed he would not let another gem fall into thier hands. He surveyed the lands and looked down at his comrades, "Are you two alright? It seems that this tornado is dying down. I sugest that after we scout the town for survivors we head towards the water temple as soon as possible."