It was another typical day at Termáre Dagor, the Battlestand of Lómëdor, which as you would most likely guess was about to hold another large battle to try and pull in various different visitors to the city. On this very day the main event at the Battlestand was to be a two on two battle, with two of the combatants being warriors dedicated to preserving the light of Arda while the other two were to be beings whom wished nothing but Chaos and Darkness. The civilians had gathered, large in their numbers, to watch this exact event take place even though they had no idea what so ever on who was going to be fighting, even the people that where fighting had no idea on who their partner would be or even who their opponents were for the upcoming day.

As the crowd all took their seats one of the participants for the large battle was getting ready in his dressing quarters. For now he only had on, what appeared to be, a basic top and a pair of trousers, however the top was infact a sewn Winters Embrace which would grant the power of ice to its user while the trouser were fashioned from a Cloak of Neutrality so that whomever was to wear them would be protected from poisons as well as the Blind, Silence and Arcane Insanity spells which were widely used in the vast world of Arda. The next items of equipment this being was to adorn were within a crate in his quarters, which he soon casually walked towards and opened.

He withdrew a set of glorious golden armour from the crate and began to place each piece on very carefully until soon he had all on except from the large helm, also making sure to check that he had enough of the small vials within the compact sections of his belt. Once again reaching into the crate the man pulled out a shield made of pure Mithril which he strapped tightly onto his left arm so that he would be able to block attacks in the upcoming battle. Next to come out was a spectacular looking Longsword called Salvations Judgement. This amazingly decorated blade was soon place at the mans side ready to be withdrawn into his right hand at a moments notice.

Large wings could be seen spreading out from the back of this young man showing clearly that he was an angel, an Archangel of Life to be exact. Slowly the angel raised his hands up to his hair and tied it into a ponytail so that it would sit in his helm easier, but before he placed his helm upon his head the angel walked over to his desk and placed various different rings onto his fingers in which only one of the rings held no magic within it, yet was still the most valuable item he owned for it was his wedding ring. Once the rings were securely in place on his rings the angel put a large silver bangle onto each of his wrists, these bangles would increase his physical strength in battle so would come in rather handy.

Finally he placed on his helm, fully covering his long light brown hair until only his bright blue eyes could be seen from the eye slits in the helm. Once the helm was in place a special effect of the armour took place, every single piece of the armour was sealed together leaving no gaps what so ever, but at the same time it did not limit the movement of the angel. He was now ready for his battle and so walked towards the gate in which he was to walk out of when his name was called.

The cheers from the crowd grew louder as they waited for the battle to begin, then an amplified voice came over asking everyone to calm their voices and instantly everyone did. The voice then went on to say, “Now ladies and gentlemen, lets get our main event on the road! Today it shall be a two on two battle and the major twist is that each person in this match has no idea who they are being teamed up with, or even who they are facing off against!” The crowd let out another cheer in hearing this before the man went on to say, “Now let us bring out the first fighter in this match. He will be placed in the team of Light, so come on everybody give it up for, Zenith Meria!” Once again the crowd yelled out in excitement as the first of the four gates to the battle arena opened up at the golden armour clad angel walked out. The battle would being as soon as all four fighter were out and standing near their team mate, Zenith just had to hope that the person helping him hope be an asset rather than a burden.

((OOC: Ok can each person please only post once between my posts, that way nobody gets lost :lol: ))

“They’re all most you for you sir,” a small boy said while rapping the door with his bare knuckles. The room shook from the thunderous roar of the crowd above. It was a day of festivities in the Battlestand. Zeeth could hardly believe that he let himself get talked into performing for these pathetic humans.

“Alright,” Zeeth barked at the door in response. He thought back to two weeks before hand. A slimy silver tongued business man had approached him in a pub. He had been inches away from running the man through with his blade, but the man chose his words wisely. He knew a lot about the elf, and captured his imagination by telling him that all of Lomedor would come to watch the fury of Raku pass through Zeeth’s body. They would all come to realize the power of darkness if only they were allowed to witness it. Had Zeeth not been intoxicated at the time, he would have had the sense to tell him no.

There was no point in dwelling on that now. Zeeth rose from his seat and stretched his arms. His body was a killing machine. Each muscle was tuned to perfection. Long white hair poured from his scalp flowing down his back. His skin was pale and sickly looking, but it did not reflect some physical illness but rather a mental dementedness. His bloodshot eyes looked hollow, reflecting his cold nature.

First Zeeth grabbed his boney armor. It had been made for him by Raku himself. The bones had been collected from his own victims. Rumor has it his own parents bones are part of his collection. A pair of skulls protected his shoulders one for each. Femurs, tibias, and fibulas were sewn together horizontally so that they hung over his chest and back. Even though it was made from the bones of the dead, it was a strong as any noble’s plate armor.

Zeeth looked over to his gloves and cloak. He thought for a moment about taking them with him, but then decided not to. They would serve him no good in this battle, so he pushed them aside. He then took a couple vials of some mysterious liquid the he had concocted himself and slid them away underneath his armor. He looked across the room to see if there was anything left that he needed. His dagger, spare katana, shuriken, and whip lay in a bundle in the corner, but he was allowed only one weapon in this battle and none of these matched these were worthy enough to be that one.

Satisfied Zeeth turned and left his room heading for the arena. The voices of the crowd grew louder as he walked. There were several weaker beings sharpening their swords in the hallway while they waited for their turns. They were not there for the main event so they had not received the cozy dressing chambers. There was one man and the end of the hall the sparked the dark warrior’s interest. He was dressed in black robes that bore Raku’s coat of arms on it, a coat worn by those who acted as Raku’s priests. It was the elf’s loyal servant, lent to him by none other than Raku himself. “Do you have it,” he asked.

The servant held out his hand offering a sword forged of darkness to his master. “Yes sir,” he replied respectfully, “it has been sharpened as you asked.” Zeeth took the Black Storm and tied to around his waist. He could already feel the swords might connect with his own. There were only a couple of other swords like it in the world, the Balance Blade and Holy Blade. They were its brother.

“The next warrior has traveled here from the darkest of realms just for this fight.” Zeeth could here the silvery tongue of the man who tricked him into this fight calling out across the arena. “He has been trained by the dark god Raku himself. Some have come to know him as the Original Sin. Give it up for Zeeth!”

The crowd cheered on the dark champion. “Good luck,” the servant called as Zeeth marched toward the arena. Most would have been shaking in their books to be making this long walk, but the elf was a seasoned veteran. Such intimidating factors no longer held power over him.

Zeeth saw his first opponent immediately as he walked out into the center of the arena. He could tell it was his opponent and not ally because of the angelic wings protruding from his back. He was dress from head to toe in shimmering armor. The elf was not intimidated. Instead he smiled and thought to himself, I am going to have fun ripping this fool apart.”

It seemed that Merenwen could do nothing but get herself into dangerous situations. She still didn’t know what had made her agree to be in this battle but when the man had come up to her and asked her to join she had for one reason or another agreed. Maybe it was that she wanted to prove herself or maybe she had just needed some more excitement, she didn’t know which but no matter what had caused her to agree she was standing in a sound proofed room now preparing for a fight. She didn’t even know who she would be fighting against or who she would be partnered with but it was too late to back out now. She was nervous and regretted agreeing to the fight but she had to push that aside and get ready to enter the ring.

She walked over to the crate in which her gear had been stored and opened it to see that everything was still there. It wasn’t like she had a whole lot of gear but to lose any of it would have caused a lot of problems for her. The first thing she pulled out was her armor. It was special armor of which only one set existed in all the land and it gave her the ability to change her looks in human form as well as to change into any animal that she chose.

A part of her debated changing into a more imposing form for when she entered the arena but in the end she decided not to for two main reasons. The first was that whoever she was fighting with may recognize her in her normal form but were she to take another form then they would not be able to recognize her. The second reason was that she thought the ability to change forms may come in handy if used in a surprise attack by turning into the form of one of her opponents and causing confusion in the battle.

After she had donned her armor she looked back into the crate and looked over her weaponry. She couldn’t see her bow and arrows being of much use in such a fight and knowing that she could only bring one weapon she found it easy to decide on her Wolf’s Bane Sword of Ice. After attaching her sword to her hip she pulled out a piece of leather which she used to tie her hair up so that it wouldn’t be in her way during the fight. Following this she donned her Winter’s Embrace cloak and her Gloves of climbing. She didn’t know whether she would need either item but considering that anything could happen in the fight she thought it better to be prepared then to find she needed something that she hadn’t decided to bring.

Merenwen was very short for an elf and when she pulled her hood up over her head it was hard for people to figure out what race she was. Most elves were very tall and so when people couldn’t see her ears they never guessed her to be an elf. It would only be when she removed her hood that everyone would know what she was and she wanted to surprise people a little by making them wait to know the truth. She was interested to see how the people would react to her and also to see if she was the only female, as she thought was likely, or if any of the other combatants would be of the so called gentler sex.

She was finally ready and all that was left was waiting for her introduction into the ring. She knew that many small fights had already taken place but she also knew that the time was coming for the main event and that was the event she was to be a part of. She was pacing slowly across the room when a young boy poked his head in. She looked over at him and could hear the roar of the crowd that was waiting to see the fight.

The boy seemed to be a little nervous and that made her smile because at least she knew she wasn’t the only nervous one. He looked over at her and said, “They’re about to call your name miss. Are you ready?”

She began to walk towards the door and said, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” Her comment caused the boy to smile as it seemed to alleviate some of his nervousness. He turned and she followed him out to the edge of the arena where he told her to wait for her name to be called. She didn’t know how many of the others had been called so far but for her all that mattered was that the time had come. Suddenly a voice rose up in the arena saying, “Our third fighter comes to us from the woods of Yomenïampa and will try to prove that even the small can be mighty. Let’s welcome to the arena Merenwen Coamenel.”

As soon as her name was announced she entered the arena to the roar of the crowd. Once she was in the arena she threw her hood back off of her head and looked around to see who had been called so far. As soon as she saw the two combatants who were already in the arena she knew exactly who she would be partnered with and she was glad because it was someone she was friends with and knew she could trust with her life. Seeing Zenith made her nerves quiet and she headed towards him. She didn’t recognize the other man but knew that he would be fighting against her and Zenith. One person was still missing but unless the last person was female she would be the only one of the gentler sex in the fight.

When she reached Zenith’s side she said, “I am glad to see that it is you I will be fighting beside.”

Morgo stood above a dead man , blood smeared on the walls of his room at the local inn, the body horribly mutilated. Downstairs, the patrons of the inn were muttering in confusion and panic. Slowly, one of the patrons crept up the stairs and peered in the room. The customer gasped at the scene, and soon vomited at the gore. The patron had seen the horrors of the work of Morgo Domanu.

The victim had lost all of his fingers and toes, a new hobby of Morgo. His stubs of fingers and toes were wrapped in sheets to stop blood loss, and prolong the torture. But worse, the face of the victim was missing, only a pit of gore. Using Denger's Talon, Morgo had burned the man's face off.

The patron gathered himself and looked at the perpetrator. He pulled the door open, and was greeted by a massive orc with a large grin. "Why, hello," Morgo whispered. Aiming Denger's Talon at his leg, he blasted the patron with lighting, who fell on the floor screaming. His leg from the knee down was no more. His bloodcurdling scream caused most patrons to leave in panic, most heading over to report the crime to the town guard.

Morgo stepped on the fallen patron's face on his way out, his weight crushing most of his bones. The customer let out a gasp, and soon died. The satisfied orc retreated to a different inn.

Morgo had been approached by a chubby business man the next day at the inn. One of the witnesses must have been working for the arena, and saw promise in the orc. He proposed to the orc to join a fight at an arena. He would fight with a follower of darkness, and that was all the business man knew. Morgo accepted out of a promise of a good fight.

He gave all his possessions to a small boy, and the next day made his way to the arena. The spectators were already getting to their seats, and the crowd roared in conversation. Morgo came in to see a full length mirror, and a crate. In the room Morgo was accompanied by Xoac and Aha, his minions of Chaos. Unfortunately, he was unable to use them in the fight.

He opened the crate gingerly, and took out his only possession, Denger's Talon. The mace shone wickedly, and the sharp curve seemed to radiate Chaos. He swung with it a few times, to get his arm moving. After stretching a bit, he was interrupted by a small boy rapping his fingers on the door.

"Sir, your fight will start soon," he whispered. Morgo grunted in approval and headed out the door. "Wish me luck," he said, and the boy responded "Good luck,". Morgo glared at him and said "Not you, them imbecile," and punched him in the gut. The boy recoiled, and peered around the door, seeing the alligator and lupine snarling at him. He screamed in fear, as Morgo laughed as he ran down the halls.

There was an opening in the dark corridors, with light spewing in. A tall man gestured him to stop, and a voice began to boom over the roar of the crowd. "Last but not least, we have the hardened criminal of Angband, Killer of Many and wanted Murderer! Here is the bloodthirsty orc, Morgo Domanu!" The man gestured for Morgo to go, and Morgo marched down through the opening.

The crowd roared as he came into the arena, Denger's Talon drawn. Morgo observed his opponents and his ally. He grimaced as he saw a familiar face, Zenith. I'll have to fight hard, Morgo thought. He then saw Zenith's ally. It was an elf women, with her cloak's hood off her head.

He then looked at his ally. He had armor of bones, skulls on the shoulder, and an assortment of humanoid bones draped all around it. He was an elf, with a piercing stare and long white hair. Morgo faced him, and smiled, "Why how nice to meet you!" He turned and face the battle, prepared for anything.

There he was, alone in the fighting area with only the crowd looking down at him, Zenith Meria was not sure what was about to happen but he hoped that the others were going to be brought out before he had to battle anything. As he stood there Zenith began to think of why he had agreed to this, the angel had been asked to join in on the main event during his day of peace, in truth he mainly saw this as a chance for advanced training. Soon he looked up towards the announcer as he went on to say, “The next warrior has travelled here from the darkest of realms just for this fight. He has been trained by the dark god Raku himself. Some have come to know him as the Original Sin. Give it up for Zeeth!” Once again the crowd went insane as the second fighter of the battle walked out. Instantly, just by the words spoken by the announcer, Zenith knew this man was not his partner; after all he was a follower of Raku and in turn was like an opposite of Zenith.

The man before him had on a set of armour that brought anger to Zenith, his armour was made from the remains of the dead and Zenith had a strong feeling that this man might have killed the people his armour were made from. It was not long before the announcer went on to introduce the third member of the main event as he said, “Our third fighter comes to us from the woods of Yomenïampa and will try to prove that even the small can be mighty. Let’s welcome to the arena Merenwen Coamenel.” Just hearing that name made Zenith turn slightly to face the open gate. Merenwen was a close friend of his and he was happy to have in this battle, and even more so to have her on his side. Zenith relieved to be teaming with someone he knew in his heart he could fully trust. Soon Merenwen lowered the hood of her cloak to show the crowd who she was, as she did do the crowd went up in yet another spectacular uproar. Merenwen then headed towards Zenith and said, “I am glad to see that it is you I will be fighting beside.” All the angel said in reply for now was, “The feeling is mutual Merenwen.” He then turned back to face this Zeeth as his partner was soon called forth.

Finally the announcer said, "Last but not least, we have the hardened criminal of Angband, Killer of Many and wanted Murderer! Here is the bloodthirsty Orc, Morgo Domanu!" It seemed that the only one in this battle that Zenith did not know was Zeeth, for he had battled against Morgo a few times now and in turn knew the Orcs attacks rather well. The angels’ eyes narrowed from below his helm as they locked onto Morgo, this battle was indeed going to be one to remember. A follower of Holiness and one of Nature against a follower of Darkness and one of Chaos!

Now that all four fighters were out Zenith thought the battle was about to start, however the event holders had another little surprise for everyone! Raising up from the dirt was four gargantuan cage walls which linked together tightly, but there was no roof to this cage which meant aerial combat would still be possible for the Archangel, and also for Merenwen if she was to use the power of her armour to turn into an angelic form. The walls of the cage were so large that even a being using a Ring of Jumping would not be able to clearly jump over them, of course they could still be climbed but that would leave the climber at risk of being attacked.

With the cage in place the announcer then said, “Ok ladies and gentlemen, now that everything is set let us get this battle underway! BEGIN!!” With that last word from the announcer Zenith softly said, “Lets start things off with a bang.” He then formed a large fireball in each of his hands before throwing them through the air towards Zeeth and Morgo, one fireball headed for each of them. As the flaming projectiles sped through the air each of them split into three fireballs, yet still keeping the same power and size as the original, so now thanks to the barrage effect Zenith had learned in his training three balls of fire were heading for Morgo and three headed for Zeeth. It seemed like a nice way to start off the battle, and in turn maybe catch them off guard.

With the fireballs drawing closer to their targets Zenith placed his right hand upon the hilt of Salvations Judgement before withdrawing it from the blades sheath. The high sun in the sky was making the golden armour, and blade, of Zenith glimmer slightly from its rays. The angel then stood there, sword in hand and shield on his left arm, waiting for the offensive movements of the other team while at the same time hoping that Merenwen would also be ready for the strikes to come.

The slimy trickster kept the crowd going. “Our third fighter comes to us from the woods of Yomenïampa and will try to prove that even the small can be mighty. Let’s welcome to the arena Merenwen Coamenel,” he said announcing the next fighter. Zeeth turned with some shock. Yomenïampa, could she be… he began to think turning to look at her. At first he was sure that he was mistaken. The girl was too small. His cousins from Yomenïampa were much taller than her, but then she lowered her hood revealing a pair of those prominent pointy elven ears.

Zeeth hated her even more than the angel. He could not stand his own kind. He had abandoned them forsaking their teaching for of the drows. He had murder several of his own kind when he left them, including his parents. There were few things that he hated more than the elves.

"Last but not least,” the announcer continued forcing Zeeth to turn away, “we have the hardened criminal of Angband, Killer of Many and wanted Murderer! Here is the bloodthirsty Orc, Morgo Domanu!" The orc looked quite brutish. He carried a large mace in his hand and wore no armor. Typical of an orc, Zeeth thought coldly, no doubt he’s a berserker.

Zeeth may have hated his partner even more than his foes. The orc was without doubt a servant of chaos. He even was armed with a mace. What skill does it take to thrash around wildly? The mere thought of helping the orc made the elf’s stomach turn. He had so much hate for the creature that he didn't even return his greeting. He better not get in my way, Zeeth thought maliciously, or I might just take him out while I’m at it.

With everyone present Zeeth drew his sword ready for the battle, but the devilish announcer had one more trick up his sleeve. A large cage rose from the ground encase the warriors so that they could not flee, with the exception of the angel who could always fly the coop, but the elf had nothing to fear about that. In a split second black leathery wings erupted from the elf’s own back. Now the angel would have to have to worry about him if he wanted to try to escape.

With a few quick words the arena was thrown into madness. The angel wasted no time before beginning his attack. He focused his power into his palms and quickly formed to balls of fire. The angel was certainly an expert at using magic. The attack happened in the blink of an eye and without any incantations. Completely ready, the angel hurled the flaming balls toward the pair of killers. They split ways one going for Zeeth and the other for Morgo.

Zeeth was fast to answer back. He threw up his hands and uttered his incantation, but as he did so, the balls split forming three new balls of equal size. It was too late for the elf to change tactics; he had already released the mana to defend himself. The crowd was on the edge of their seats waiting to see what was going to happen. Without knowing he would have to block three instead of one, he had chosen a spell that could block all three of them so it didn’t matter.

Gusts of wind suddenly rolled across the arena. Quickly the wind gathered in front of Zeeth creating a wall of wind between him and the fireballs. They hit it and for a second pushed hard against it trying to break through, but the wall was too much. The wind pushed the fireballs back extinguishing them as they fell to the ground. The crowd “ewed” and “awed” at the show the group put forth.

Zeeth did not have time to turn and help Morgo with his fireballs, or maybe he just didn’t want to. The orc would have to find his own way to deflect the attack. He was certain not to receive any help from Zeeth, who didn’t even look back to check and make sure his ally was alright. He kind of wished the orc would just die and leave the fight to the elf to take care of.

Zeeth was ready to begin the counter attack. He had a pair of do-gooders to take care of and was eager to begin. The crowd roared with excitement as the elf disappeared into thin air. Most of them failed to see him reappear behind the other elf, Merenwen, but the ones who did cheered even louder.

Zeeth crouched low and aimed his sword at the elf. Veins of darkness flowed up the blade of his sword. A sinister smile crept across Zeeth’s face as the veins approached the tip of the sword. Upon reaching the tip, they burst from the sword racing through the air as projectiles of dark energy.

Morgo noticed that his ally had an obvious distaste to him. 'I'm paired up with a selfish pig,' he thought to himself. But to the fighters surprise, a large cage sprung about the entire arena. Morgo was at a major disadvantage, the angel and his partner both had the ability to fly, while he did not. He was restricted to the ground, and assumed the elf was as well. Zenith had took no time to wait as he launched balls of fire at the pair. When the fireballs separated to hit Morgo individually, the fire ball split into three at the last second. Morgo had started to sidestep the original one, only to be heading to another one. He quickly ducked that one, but a large portion of his of his shirt was caught.

A small hole burned a bit of his shirt off, and a light burn developed on his skin. 'Great,' he thought, 'a burn from the angel, and a scar!' Morgo remembered their fight in the Everdark, where the angel had stabbed him with a holy blade. The crowd roared all of a sudden, and when Morgo glanced at his ally, he was gone. The elf had disappeared, and was now behind the elf. Morgo chuckled at this attack, knowing that it was a clever strike. 'Now time for my attack,' he thought.

He began to plan what to do. 'I could distract one on them with a Plague of Insects, then launch lighting,' he thought, 'No, that is best used at the end of combat, when the opponents are weary. I could use a Ashen Shower, but I would risk hitting me and my ally. That is best as a last resort. I have it!' Morgo thought.

Focusing his mana, Morgo began to etch runes in the air while chanting inaudible incantations. When the last of the incantations were said, the red runes flashed violently, and a massive golem was produced from the flash. It was ten feet tall, with a massive mace. The crowd roared in approval of the magic, making their mundane lives more interesting.

'Destroy both of them,' Morgo willed. The massive golem took a step, and positioned itself in the middle. Starting from the left, it swung its mace, which was headed towards both of them. But the golem was positioned so that his ally was not subject to the attack. He then quickly focused his mana throughout his body, spreading it to every portion. His movement and body was now a blur, making him very difficult to hit. He then aimed a bolt of lightning at each of them, hoping that the three attacks would be to much to handle.

When the announcer called out the last combatant Merenwen finally understood why she had agreed to be in this fight. Hearing that he was a known murderer brought out her own passion in the want to bring him down. She was disturbed enough by the armor that the other elf wore and expect that he had also killed but to know for a fact that the second opponent was a murderer made her more then ready to show what she could do.

When she first caught sight of the Orc disgust ran through her and she automatically touched her hand to the end of her sword. She was ready to fight but before she had the chance to pull her blade another surprise came and she found herself locked into the cage on all sides. She would have to change forms if she wished to escape and while she didn’t plan to run from the fight she was glad that she had her armor and that the only other combatant in the field who knew of its power was her own partner.

Finally it seemed that the fight was to begin and Merenwen saw how prepared Zenith seemed to be as he began the battle by casting a powerful spell. She pulled her blade from it’s sheath and shifted a short distance away from Zenith so that one spell would be less likely to take them both down. Then something she hadn’t expected happened, the other elf was able to block Zenith’s spell and then he disappeared altogether. She knew that many people had the ability to transport themselves but now she not only had to worry about the Orc who was in front of her but also about finding where her second opponent had gone.

She began to shift herself so that she would be able to see more of the field when she got the felling that someone was behind her. Although she knew that turning her back on the Orc would not be a good idea she also knew that leaving her back to the elf would be very dangerous. She managed to turn so that both men were within her field of vision and when she caught sight of the elf she knew that she was in trouble.

A spell was already flying at her and while she had fair ability in battle she didn’t have the ability to dodge the blow completely. She lunged to the side and the spell hit her in the foot. Most of the spell missed her but the small amount of the spell that hit her was enough to show her that she needed to be prepared the next time. It wasn’t anywhere near enough to take her out of the fight but it caused some pain and brought on some weakness that she knew would effect her heavily as the fight went on.

The one good thing that came of her lunge was that it took her out of the way of the attack aimed at her from the other side. She could see the Golem that he had created and watched as the mace went right through where she had been standing and headed straight for Zenith. She could also see the bolt of lightning that ended up also flying right through the space in which she had been standing but this also missed her. She didn’t see a way that she could stop the mace from continuing on its path but she knew that Zenith was talented in fighting and trusted that he could take care of himself. With that in mind she decided to cast her invisibility spell which she felt would give her an advantage in that they would have a hard time attacking what they couldn’t see. She didn’t know if they had any spells for seeing people who were invisible but if they didn’t then they would have to count on their hearing and seeing where she cast her spells from in order to hit her.

As soon as she had cast her invisibility spell she began to move so that no one would know where she was located. As she moved she prepared to cast a spell that would cause damage to her opponents. She decided to use her geyser spell first as she could do so without being as easily noticed and she chose to use it on the other elf. She paused in the spot in which she was standing and cast her geyser spell to come up below the elf. She had to speak the spell aloud as she had not learned to cast spell silently and so when she had cast the spell she began to move one again. When she stopped moving again she was standing only about five feet from the Orc and she hoped that he was not able to see her because if he could then she would be in a lot more trouble then she hoped for. She still held her sword in her hand and was prepared to use another spell or the sword itself but she would rather trick her opponents and that would be easier if neither of them could see her.

The large fireballs drew in closer towards there targets, however the attention of Zenith was suddenly drawn towards the Elf with the armour made of skulls as he used a powerful skill known as Wind Wall to block the three large balls of fire. Seeing this Zenith gritted his teeth, this one was going to pose a problem in the upcoming fight while Morgo on the other hand, who had managed to mostly get out of the way of the fireballs, would not be so difficult to battle but that was only because Zenith had faced him on several occasions before hand and thus knew the Orcs battle skills rather well.

With the attention of the angel was caught once more as he noticed the dark looking Elf vanish from his sight only to appear behind Merenwen and release another powerful spell. It was to late for the angel to try and help, but luckily Merenwen must have seen the attack coming at the last moment since she had managed to avoid a perfect strike, with only her leg being slightly damaged. After the blast of dark magic had missed Merenwen Zenith watched where it was headed as it soon blasted into the cage and cancelled itself out, in doing this he was also able to spot the golem summoned by Morgo.

The Golem went with a full and powerful swing to try and attack Merenwen and Zenith however since Merenwen had jumped to avoid the blasts of dark energy the mace of the Golem was headed for the Archangel of Life and it was far to late for him to even try and dodge the strike. Before to long the Golems huge mace smashed into the chest area of Zenith Meria and sent him soaring towards the large cage walls. As he drew in closer to the walls Zenith was able to change his body placement so that he was able to grab tightly to the cage, his eyes locking onto the golem as pain ran through his chest area.

With the eyes of the angel still locked onto the form of the Golem he used another of his spells which made the Golem vanish back to realm that it had been summoned from not only moments ago. Once the Golem was gone Zenith also noticed that someone else was gone to, it was Merenwen, but soon thanks to his abilities to see the unseen Zenith could still see Merenwen moving around although she was under her invisibility spell. For know though Zenith had other things to do, like making sure Morgo would not be able to attack right away as well as getting some revenge on the bone clad Elf for the attempted strike on the life of Merenwen.

Pushing himself off of the cage Zenith landed on the ground once more only to cast one of his most useful sets of spells, those being his warrior cloning spells. Now instead of one Zenith on the battlefield there were four, all wearing the same armour and armed with a Mithril Shield as well as their own Salvations Judgement. All four of the Zeniths then quickly moved their left hands towards Morgo using the power of Telekinesis to try and slam the hulking form of the Orc hard into the cage, it would be a difficult attack to avoid but just in case the Orc was able to do so the group of Zeniths had set up another very deadly attack indeed, infact the attack they had set up was so deadly that even the follower of the pathetic God of Darkness would be in danger.

All four Archangels of Life got to their feet and all cast the same spell, in doing so four spinning three bladed objects appeared around each one, making sixteen of them altogether. The blades did not stay in place for long though as they were sent off towards both Zeeth and Morgo. There were eight of the blades heading for Morgo while the other eight were heading for the dark elf. However it was not just the fact that these blades were heading for the two beings of evil that made them deadly, it was the places that the blades were headed for!

Two of the blades were heading for Zeeths legs, two for his arms, and another two for his neck area while the last two were intent on ripping up the chest amour of the Elf. The exact same layout of attacks was being sent to Morgo, as well as the forceful push attempt made before by the combined Telekinesis attack of Zenith and his cloned warriors. It was clear that Zenith was not holding back, he wanted to make sure that on this day the forces of good won, the angel was also showing a great display of teamwork as he was buying some well needed time for more attacks to be delivered by Merenwen. As the extreme force of magic drew in closer and closer for Zeeth and Morgo the overpowering cheers from the fans could be heard, they were just loving the display of magic being shown on this day and the battle had not long been started!

((OOC: Now the next round has started, sorry for the sucky post lol))