w bent back as the arrows fletching touched his cheek, and he took careful aim at the figure, which was swooping towards them to investigate, to get a closer look.  He blanked out all distractions and became one with his bow, with his target.  The slightest shifting of the wind was immediately sensed and his aim adjusted, the gleaming metal arrowhead shifting by a hairs breadth.  Tarrin? Kimmie asked, but he did not hear her.
	With a slight exhale, Tarrin released the arrow.  It whizzed away from them at shocking, almost insane speed, as the unbreakable bow allowed Tarrin to put all his inhuman strength behind that arrows flight.  The arrow disappeared from view almost immediately, and three seconds went by without him even moving.  Then the outline of the vrock kiltered wildly in the air behind them, and almost immediately started plummeting to the ground.
	Wow, one of the Shadows said in a low tone.
	Good shot, Azakar said appreciatively, coming up beside him.
	Thanks, Tarrin said.  Want to give it a go? he asked, offering his bow.
	I doubt I could draw it, Azakar chuckled.
	Sure you can, youre strong enough, Tarrin told him.
	Can you do that every time? one of the Wizards asked.
	Nobody can do that every time, Tarrin snorted.
	By the time they camped, Tarrin still felt just fine.  And he felt fine the next day, and the next, as they continued to ride due north, through huge tracts of farmlands, and down onto a flat plain.  Tarrins wings started to show a lengthening along the bottom edge, as they slowly began to regrow, and he was in a relatively even temper.  The pain was easily tolerable, leaving him only a little sore at the end of each day, and Mist did not give him the chance to see if it would get worse.  Six times during those three days, they were run down or ambushed by church soldiers.  They were not full columns, only roving patrols of fifteen men, and none of them had stood a chance.  Ulger, Azakar, and Haley combined with Mist to hold the men off, away from the numerous spellcasters behind them, as the Wizards, Elementalists, and single Sorcerer rained death upon them with magic.  No battle lasted more than two minutes, for half of the church soldiers would die within the first fifteen seconds.  The rest of the battle became a stalling tactic by the Knights and Mist, stopping the men from reaching the spellcasters before they had a chance to unleash another volley of death-dealing magic.  Mist glared viciously at Tarrin just before the first of those skirmishes, warning him that he would answer to her if he dared enter melee, so he stayed with the Wizards and Elementalists, serving as the last line of physical defense should one of them get past the fighters.  He used his bow during those battles, not even bothering to use Wizard magic, firing into the crowd with surgical precision to pick off enemies.  Tarrins mastery of his bow so impressed Zyri that she all but started ignoring Ulger and his sling lessons, practicing with the bow Tarrin made for her almost every time they were not moving, and often while on horseback as well.  If they werent at a canter, Zyri had her bow out.  She didnt waste arrows when shooting from horseback, as they couldnt recover them, so at first she had Jal make ice arrows for her.  They lasted more than long enough for her to nock and fire them, but Tarrin chided her for getting her bowstring wet.  That ended that, until Shara started creating arrows made of light, strong stone, with vanes instead of fletching. They worked just as well, they didnt damage her bowstring, and Shara could provide her with a virtually unlimited supply.  She had natural aptitude for the weapon, and she showed marked improvement even over those few short days, because she seemed to have a burning desire to get better.
	Watching Zyri gave Tarrin some peace, watched as she fired her bow at little targets that Phandebrass was creating with Wizard magic and hanging out in midair for her early one afternoon, but his mind still wandered to the battle, and to what happened afterwards.  It was time to face the fact that he had used Priest magic, the he had granted himself the power to cast that spell.  And he had done it before changing, before the sword transformed him.  And then there was what he felt when he drove his paw into the earth and commanded the magma below to do his biddingthat sense of connection to this world.  It wasnt just then, though.  Throughout the battle, it was as if the world, this dimension wasattuning itself to him.
	Orwas he attuning itself to it?
	Without much thought, Tarrin raised his paw.  He reached within, through the Cat as he always did, and searched for the boundless energy, the power, of the All.  But it wasnt there, as he privately suspected.  But then again, the Cat knew only the All of home, it would be incapable of fathoming a different All.  An All with a different sense, a different presence.  In its way, the All was the indirect manifestation of the power of Creation, the power of Ayise, the Allmother, the goddess who had created the world of Sennadar.  After all, the All was the collective power of life present on Sennadar, and that life existed because of Niami, the goddess of Creation.  The All of this world would be a manifestation of the Elder god of this dimension, and as such would most certainly have a different sense, even if it had the same power.
	This time, Tarrin did not reach through the Cat.  He reached directly for that power.
	And it was there.  It was weak, feeble, listless.  The All had a kind of sentience about it, a sentience that was deadly to the Druids who used that power, but this power had no sense of that sentience.  It was power without guidance, energy without form, magic without direction.  It was simply there.  Perhaps that was a symbol of the seeming indifference of the Elder god of this world, who seemed to have created the world and then disappeared.
	Immediately, his mind wrapped around what it would take to command this power.  The All acted on the will of the Druid and carried out the task, but in its own manner.  This energy would not do that; it would have to be directed step by step, point by point, walked through the entire procedure to perform any task.  Where a Druid only had to create an image of an object and intend it appear, someone here would have to tell the power exactly what they were going to do, then explain to it in exhausting detail exactly what it had to do to carry out the task.  That was not something that the average mortal could do, for it would take an intimate understanding of the forces of magic and the aspects of reality.
	Phandebrass could probably do it, though, Tarrin reasoned with a slight smile.
	But TarrinTarrin most definitely could not.  He had no idea even where to begin trying to do such a thing.  He may have some divine power, but he did not have the mind of a god.  Without that power of sentience to aid the Druid in the use of that power, it was absolutely out of the question.  Tarrin wouldnt even dream of trying to use that.
	Sothat was out of the question.  He put that aside and went back to the troubling reality that he cast a Priest spell.  He remembered how it felt, how the power seemed to flow out of his very soul, through his physical form, and then manifested.  It felt much the same as when he cast Priest spells powered by Niami, but now he knew what it felt to give that power rather than take.  It had been frightening, it had been shockingand in a way, it had been beautiful.  And he knew that he could do it again, at least after he was whole again.  It was not just a one-time deal.
	It was scary.  He knew his power had changed, had grown, but this.  This wasnt just some trick, this was starting to encroach on the power of a real god.  He shouldnt be able to power spells, because he wasnt a god.  He just had limited divine power that was focused in very specific, very rigid forms.  Most of his power was locked away in the sword, for crying out loud.  There just seemed to be no way he could do it.  He couldnt understand how it happened, he couldnt even begin to ponder just how he had managed to do it.
	Perhaps it was best just to say that he did do it, and that he just couldnt explain it.  When his wings were whole, hed be able to do it again, he just knew he could.
	His wings.  He looked over his shoulder, and saw that they were growing nicely.  The bottom edges of the arch of his wings was longer, starting to thicken, and the dull red and yellows were starting to sharpen, to become clear, almost like new feathers or scales on the surface of his healing wings.
	There wasnt much else that he could really do, and Tarrin was never one to dwell on things that he couldnt change.  That was the way things were, he couldnt change it or understand it, so he just had to accept it.
	And that, was that.

	Farmland yielded to virgin grassland quickly once they entered the flat plain, as they continued to hurry to the north, grass that showed signs of heavy traffic by groups of mounted men, patrols of the Ones church with whom they sparred on four occasions that first day they left the domesticated farmlands.  A single look back told them all that the Ones soldiers were following, but they were moving too quickly for enough reinforcements to catch up with them to attempt an assault.  The Pegasi were just as tireless on the ground as they were in the air, and the Shadows had had the foresight to choose durable animals capable of extended activity.
	The opportunity to ride without pain allowed him to observe the Shadows more closely.  Tarrin only knew the names of a couple of themand he really didnt care to know any more.  They mattered very little to him, they were nothing but extra weight.  But Dolanna felt that traveling with them was to their advantage, and he would not gainsay her.  But watching them let him understand how things worked among them.  Lorak was the utter and undisputed ruler of their group.  They deferred to him in all things; in fact, it seemed like they had no opinion that was not his own.  Some men or women ruled in that manner through charisma or exceptional leadership, but so far, Lorak had shown neither of those traits.  He was too driven, too single-minded to show the kind of charisma that would create that kind of devotion, and so far, few of his command decisions seemed to show a vast intelligence.  Tarrin hadnt quite figured out why they followed him so blindly, but there obviously had to be a reason.  Hed figure it out.
	They were certainly unsure about Tarrin and his group, however.  He could see it in their eyes, even after so many days with them.  Tarrin frightened them, Kimmie frightened them, Mist frightened them even more, but oddly enough, Miranda was the one that seemed to frighten them the most.  The Were-cats were obviously not human, but they looked somewhat human.  But Miranda, Miranda was decidedly inhuman.  The only thing that made her even remotely seemed normal was the fact that she wore clothes and could talk.  He wasnt sure why that seemed to bother them, that the fact that Miranda didnt have a human face made her more frightening than the Were-cats, but it did.  Tarrin was cold, Mist was downright violent, but they still were less afraid of them than they were of Miranda, who was as friendly as could beat least at first.  The only one of them that seemed to want to have anything to do with her was Shara, the Earth Elementalist who served as their groups healer.
	They couldnt see how beautiful Miranda wasnone of them could.  There was an aura of purity around Miranda that shone like a beacon, the power of Kikkalli that made her what she was.  It wasnt an aura of power or might, it was an aura of love, the love of a mother for a child, the special bond between Miranda and Kikkalli that gave her the power to use her magic in this world.  Tarrin had sensed that bond since the moment he met her, but only now could he see it.  Again, it was a disturbing alteration in his own power, and he wondered if Miranda could see anything like that about him.  Miranda was a very special mortal, blessed by Kikkalli from birth as an Avatar, but only after she had become a Priestess did she really come into that birthright.  Of them all, Tarrin probably had the easiest time talking to Miranda about his concerns or his power, for she was the only one that could really understand.  Just like him, Miranda was in something of the inner circle of divine ability, a mortal that really did know what was going on, privy to information and knowledge beyond mortal ken.
	Why arent there any farms out here? Haley asked.  This is fertile land, and flat as a board.  Its perfect farmland.
	Thats why, Shara said, pointing to the northeast, where the hint of forest lurked on the horizon.  Thats called the Fangwood.  Rumor says that theres all manner of nasty beasties lurkin within, so the farmers willna till any land within a days walk.  You willna find a single man or woman within a days walk o that place.
	Its all subterfuge, of course, Lorak said calmly.  We used to use the Fangwood as a base, so we encouraged those kinds of rumors.  We stopped using it some ten years ago, but the rumors remain.
	Why did you stop using it? Tarrin asked.  Its a perfect way to lock down a good piece of the Ones army if you can raid his farmland.
	After the One sealed away his lands from our Gatemasters, we deemed it too much of a risk to try to reinforce the outpost after too many parties were ambushed.  We pulled it east, closer to the coast, on the far side of the Goldblade Hills.  But that outpost was destroyed after the One cut our lines of communication with the Dura.
	How far are we from the Duras fortress? Dolanna asked.
	Some twenty days, at least, Lorak answered, pointing.  Well have to cross the Stonespine Mountains first, then through a vast forest that covers the land between the Stonespines and the Ice Mountains.  What concerns me most is the Stonespines.  There are only a few passes through them, and the Pyrosians have built citadels in the passes to defend them.  The Ones church was always terrified of the Dura for some reason, the citadels are part of the defenses they built to protect themselves from the Dura.  He snorted.  Foolishness.  The Dura almost never leave their fortress.
	If theyre anything like the Dwarves from our legend, the Pyrosians have reason to be afraid, Miranda mused.  They were powerful and fearless warriors.  They were regarded as the greatest warriors of their time.  Id love to see how theyd fare against the Ungardt, or the Selani, or the Vendari, though, she chuckled.
	What I wouldnt give to have Binter and Sisska here, Tarrin grunted.  Weve been lucky so far.  Its just a matter of time before we run into more soldiers than four people can hold off.  They could hold off a squad all by themselves.
	I wonder how theyre doing, Sarraya piped in from Tarrins shoulder.
	Probably trying to keep their patience, Tarrin chuckled.  Just think about it.  Keritanima and Faalken?  They must be about to go crazy.
	Sarraya giggled.  Probably, she agreed.  We might be better served asking for someone we could get though, like Var and Denai.
	Perhaps they wont be necessary, Lorak said, reining in and then suddenly standing in his stirrups and looking to the west.  Tarrin looked out in that direction as well, and he saw a small column of mounted men, riding northward.  From that distance they were little more than specks against the grass, but even from that distance he could see that they werent church soldiers.
	Are they ours? one of the other Shadows asked.
	Tarrin felt that odd sensation again as Lorak used his power, but what he did was quite beyond Tarrin.  They are, he answered.  Twelve men, most of them guards.  I only see two casters with them.
	Thats ten swords to help defend us, Neh said in her lilting voice.  Signal them, Lorak.
	Lorak immediately responded to the Elara female in an authoritative voice, using his their native tongue.  Tarrins ears picked up instantly as he heard that language, for its similarity to ShaKaror more specifically, the ancient root language of Urzani, whom Spyder had used for him oncewas uncanny.  Neh blushed and lowered her chin, then nodded silently, quite obviously reprimanded in some manner.  He went over what Lorak said multiple times, puzzling out the separate words, putting a finger to his chin in furious thought as he struggled to piece together what just transpired.
	It did not take him long.  Tarrin had a knack for languages, and when it came to linguistics, everyone brought it to him first.  Silence, girl.  Ill signal them when Im sure its safe, and not a moment before.
	Well, he didnt see anything in there mean in that, but the tone of Loraks voice hinted to Tarrin that the Elara didnt like any kind of challenge to his authority.
	Tarrins heart fluttered a moment as he had a revelation of sorts.  The orcs were Waern who had come to this world through a gate, and settled incould it be that the Elara were those beings who existed before the Urzani?  Could they be the ancestor race of Spyder, Miranda, and Allia?  Tarrin remembered a conversation with Spyder a long, long time ago, when she remarked in passing that the parent race of the Urzani were called elves.  Well, Lorak had said that the humans here also called his kind elves.
	Tarrin looked at Dolanna, who had a similar thoughtful look on her face, and then to Miranda, who was whispering Loraks words over and over to herself, and then to Phandebrass, who was furiously writing in one of his books.  Phandebrass, Tarrin called, but the Wizard waved him off with his free hand, which caused the book to nearly slip out of his saddle.  Phandebrass!
	I say, not yet lad, he replied quickly in Sulasian.  I must write that down.  I he started, then he looked up at Tarrin, who simply nodded.  Then the white-haired Wizard laughed.  I say, capital!  Is it?
	Yes, Tarrin said again.  Lorak, how long have your people been here? Tarrin asked.
	Thats a strange question, he answered as he used his magic to create another spell.  Tarrin had no idea what it didit was probably some kind of scrying spell of some sort.  Some of Loraks magic seemed to deal with vision and images.  Weve always been here, since the day Elara formed our world from the hair of her husband, Keralon, who then breathed life into us.
	It took a significant realignment of his thinking, but he was able to do it.  Are you sure? he asked, using the same ancient, archaic dialect of Urzani that he was certain that Lorak would understand.
	He couldnt have produced a more profound effect if hed clubbed Lorak out of his saddle.  Loraks spell got away from him, then disrupted  as all three of the Elara stared at him like he was a live snake.  How do you come to speak our language? Thren demanded instantly.
	Actually, I dont.  Not completely, he answered in Penali.  But its based on an ancient dialect of Urzani, which is the root language of the ShaKar, and I do speak ShaKar.
	Tarrin is gifted in the realm of language, Dolanna told Lorak with a smile.
	How would some ancient language from a people Ive never heard of be related to our own? Lorak demanded.
	Id hazard to guess that its because youre related to them, Tarrin mused.  Either youre also descendents of people from Sennadar, or some of them came over and were introduced into your society.  Or, maybe some strange twist caused you to develop a very similar language, who knows.  But that seems a bit far-fetched to me.  Id bet youre somehow related to the ancestors of the Urzani.
	Possible, but its impossible to conceive that we did not come from here, he said flatly.  If theres any relation between the Elara and this ancient race you describe, perhaps we traveled there instead of them traveling here.
	Possible, Tarrin admitted without much emotion.  If your history goes back some fifteen thousand years.  Thats when the Urzani destroyed their parent race and conquered the world, so it would have to be before that.
	Our noble history goes back much further than that, Lorak said stiffly.
	Which only helps reinforce my point, Tarrin said calmly.
	Miranda laughed.  We might be distant cousins, she announced.  The Wikuni are descended from the Urzani, though its a bit hard to explain how, given how I look, she said with a cheeky grin and a wink.
	It is impossible that you would be in any way related to us, Thren said with sudden hostility.
	Anything is possible, Miranda told him with sudden seriousness.  Wikuni look the way we do because we were touched by the hands of our gods and changed, a physical reminder of the fact that we were taking up a new life.  Before we looked like this, we looked much like you.
	I will not hear that our bloodline turned into mongrels, Thren said hotly.  You cant be related to us, and thats that.
	Tarrins eyes narrowed dangerously, as did Mists and Kimmies, but Miranda put her hand up to stay them.  Were-cats took being called those kinds of names personally.  It sounds like youre suffering from a raging case of racial superiority, Thren, Miranda said with a clever little smile.  I guess thats something of a rampant disease here on Pyrosia, where there are only like three races.  We dont have that option on Sennadar, because there are so many different races.  Each one has its own advantages and disadvantages, but when you put them on the scales, you find out that they all balance out to be the same.  No race is better than any other race.  What advantage you have is made up by another race in some other area.  Despite the glorious fifteen thousand or more years of your noble history, it seems you still have a great deal to learn.  Elara are no better than humans, who are no better than the Elara.
	Think youre better than me, honey?  Well, get down off your horse and arm-wrestle me, she challenged with a cheeky grin.  After all, not only am I not an Elara, Im also just a girl.
	A preposterous idea, he objected.
	Only because you think you cant lose, she taunted, dismounting..  Prove it.
	We do not have time for foolishness, Lorak grated.
	We have time, Tarrin told him. While theyre ironing this out, you can signal those others.  Were not moving anyway.  Or are you afraid that Thren might lose? Tarrin asked pointedly.
	Very well, Thren growled, after Lorak nodded in his direction.  If only to make you fall silent.
	Tarrin had to suppress a chuckle, because he knew that Thren had no chance.  Miranda, like everyone else, was much, much stronger on this world for some reason, and he had little doubt that she couldnt whip this slender Elara.
	Without any kind of table to use, Miranda laid down on the soft, thick grass, propped herself up with her left arm, then planted her elbow on the ground before her and waggled her fingers tauntingly at Thren.  The Elara laid down opposite her, propped himself up, then presented his arm and clasped Mirandas furry hand solidly.  I take no joy in winning against a helpless opponent, Thren stated.  And I certainly dont like to enter physical challenges with women.  As much as I admire a womans mind, its obvious that they just dont have the physical gifts of men.
	Well, youre just making it even more humiliating when you lose, Miranda teased, the poof of hair that hung over her eyes, the flare of hair that was parted to the side, bouncing as she moved her head.  Would someone count to three, please? she asked.
	Haley, who was trying hard not to laugh, stepped his Pegasus up.  Very well.  Onetwo.
	Just as Haley said three, Miranda lunged forward, opened her maw, and grated her tongue up the entirety of Threns face.  Despite Mirandas very human appearance compared to many Wikuni, she still had the teeth and tongue of her bonded animal, a minx.  Her tongue was very long, very wide, and she slurped it over Threns pretty little face from chin to hairline.  The Elara flinched and spluttered, and offered up absolutely no resistance to Mirandas arm when she drove his hand towards the earth.
	I win, Miranda said with a cherubic smile as Thren coughed and rubbed at his face with his left hand.  Sarraya burst into uncontrollable laughter, almost falling of Tarrins shoulder, as Kimmie, Haley, Ulger, Shara, and a couple of the other Shadows joined in.
	A clever trick, madam, but just a trick, Thren said darkly, continuing to rub at his face.  I didnt expect you to cheat to prove your point.
	Rules?  Did you hear me mention rules?  You just assumed Id be all noble and sportsman-like, because Im such a well-behaved young lady, she said with a wink.  So, despite the fact that youre a big, strong, studly young Elara, you lost to a bandy-armed little girl in arm-wrestling, because you underestimated me.  Think about that.  Then she leaned in and licked him again, just a light tap on the cheek, before getting up and going back to her mount.
	Youre mean, Miranda, Tarrin said with a slight smile.
	Thats why you love me, she replied as she remounted.
	Tarrin laughed.
	Thren rolled over so he was sitting on the grass, then he too laughed in spite of himself.  With a foolish little smile, he got up and went back to his horse.
	Lorak got back to the business at hand, and after using another spell, which made Tarrin tingle, the small group of mounted men immediately turned and galloped towards them.  Thren kept staring at Miranda the whole time as they waited, and seemed to be doing his best to keep from laughing.  It was a simple lesson that she taught the Elara, but an effective one.  Miranda was not a woman to take lightly, not in any way, shape, or form, and her lesson carried more within it than the simple dressing-down of a cocky young man.  She had proven herself the equal of an Elara, by displaying traits that werent immediately apparent.  It was a poignant and necessary lesson for Thren, as well as for Lorak and Neh.
	The mounted men slowed down when they got closer to them, could see Tarrins half-formed wings and Azakars massive size as not a trick of distance, and Mirandas obvious inhuman appearance.  They saw that the mounts of these strange people werent really deformed, that they had wings, that these were very, very unusual peole.  They were very cautious as they closed the final distance, eleven men in assorted, mismatched pieces of armor that had the look of caravan guards or mercenaries, and two robed figures.  One of them came forward as the others stopped, a tall, rugged human with long brown hair tied in a tail and trimmed beard, then he made a curious gesture by holding out two fingers, then passing them over his eyes.
	Skord? one of the Shadows behind them called, one whose name Tarrin did not bother to learn.
	Yemil, the man returned.  Master Lorak, he said, bowing in his saddle.
	Are you two all thats left of Thoravis circle?
	He nodded.  They knew exactly where we were.  I think they did the entire time, he said with a grim frown.  Everyone I managed to contact is moving north.  Have you seen anyone else?
	Lorak shook his head.  Youre the first.
	Who are your, ah, companions?
	They are visitors from another plane of existence, caught up in this insanity, Lorak answered honestly.  The companions of whom Master Phandebrass spoke.
	Then its my sad pleasure to welcome you to hell, Skord told them.  I am Skord, leader of the Thoravi circle.  I see you have no fighters with you aside from two very formidable-looking gentlemen, he said, nodding towards Azakar and Ulger.  I lost most of my circle to the Hunters, but our defenders managed to spirit me and Lienne to safety.  I think well be a good match.
	Put your men under command of our two Knights, Lorak ordered, turning to them.  Which of you has rank?
	That would be Dolanna, Ulger chuckled.  Or Tarrin, actually.  Hes a Knight Champion, answerable only to the Lord General.  He outranks us.
	You know thats just a technicality, Tarrin snorted.
	You know I would not dream to command a military formation, Ulger, Dolanna told him.
	Well, if youre going to delegate your rank, I guess that would put it on me.  Both me and Zak are Captains, but I have more time in with my gold spurs.
	Then our soldiers are under your command, Skord told him.
	We should move, it is not wise to stand about, Lorak called.  We will organize ourselves when we camp for the night.  Until then, everyone simply needs to stay together.
	Do you think the Dura will accept us?
	We have nowhere else to go, Skord, Lorak sighed.  And even if they dont, at least we know that the Ones armies wont attack us so close to the Dura.  Even if they dont actively help, just their presence will help protect us.  If worse comes to worst, we can call to the Gatemasters at home and have them try to open a gate.  The land of the Dura isnt under the Ones domain, they should be able to open a gate there.  None have tried before, it is only speculation, but I am somewhat confident that it can be done.
	I certainly hope so, Neh sighed.
	I just need enough time to heal, Tarrin grunted.  After Im whole, the One wont matter anymore.
	Why is that? Skord asked.
	Tarrins eyes flared with the unholy greenish radiance that marked an angry Were-cat, and he closed his paw into a fist.  Because Im going to kill him.  And I wont fail this time, he hissed.
	This time?
	Tarrin and the One have already had one spat, Sarraya announced, and judging from Skords expression, she had just become visible on Tarrins shoulder.  Thats what caused the volcano to erupt.  It got a bit flashy towards the end.
	Sarraya, Dolanna called with authority.  Tarrin has certain, abilities, that allows him to do battle with the Avatars of gods, she explained to Skord.  The One kidnapped one of us and forced Tarrin to battle with him at Pyros.  Both of them were wounded in the exchange, which is why the Priests of the One are not using their magic to track us down.
	You fought a god? Skord gasped.
	Im not afraid of gods, Skord, Tarrin replied in a cold tone, turning his Pegasus.  When I heal, Ill go back to whats left of Pyros and finish the One off.  Ever