(I may write small for the first few posts so no hating me ok?)

Lómëdor Square was bustling with activity. It was late morning and all of the people have set out to do there work for the day. The men were getting ready to leave to there shops or the fields for another days work. The wives went to the squares center to buy food for there family. The children were at play, chasing each other through the alleyways. One of said children was blindly sprinting down a dark alley, ignoring his surroundings. He looked back to where he thought his friend was going to appear, but fell over something.

He looked up, only to have a large sword pointing at him a mere inch away from his throat. The figure walked out of the shadows, and a flicker of black wings could be seen. Of course the child did not see that, to terrified to see anything but the sword, for that matter. “Impudent child, you will pay for stepping on me like some filthy rat!” At this point, the child had begun quivering in terror, fearing for his life.

A few minutes later Sasami, said angel, walked out of the blood-soaked alleyway. “Stupid mortals, always getting in the way of things”. Sasami looked around to see many of the men and women looking at her, now blood covered clothes, in terror. ‘It seems like I get to have some fun today’, she thought before charging at the nearest shop vender, sword in hand.

Morgo had been browsing lightly in the bazaar of Lomedor, finding nothing interesting. He continued on with an enventful morning, and soon, the bustling bazaar had become vivid with activity. Workmen came on carriages, lifting boxes, while women made bargains, throwing coins at the unreasonable vedors.

Morgo sighed at the boredom. The common order of the town continued. Morgo rolled his eyes in disgust, 'boring, I can't stand law!' he thought, spitting on the ground. Something out of the normal caught his eye.

A blood soaked angel came charging out, rushing towards a stall of a shop. Morgo laughed, and drew his mace, Denger's Talon. Morgo ran up to the stall of the vendor, and bashed it with his mace. The thing shattered, causing all its items to fall.

People dropped their stuff, and started to flee. Mass chaos spread, and Morgo was pleased. He grinned happily. The vendor was terrfied, as if he wasn't going to move. Morgo turned and faced the angel, "Morgo, pleased to meet you. It seems that chaos is whats happening today, and I'm going to help. You finish off, this, this," he said, stumbling on his words, trying to decide the correct thing to say, "this rat of man, while I go spread and do some more damage," he finished.

He ran forward, and charged a women with a covered basket, obviously slowed by the burden. Morgo bashed her head with his mace, and she fell on the ground with a sickening groan. The basket fell, along with its cover. In the basket, a small child.

Morgo grinned, and aimed Denger's Talon, and focused his mana. A bolt of lightning sprung forth, and blood spattered on Morgo's face.

"Yesssss... that ssssscroll isssss very old. Very valuable. It will costsssss... a lot." The old woman cackled softly, her claw-like fingers curled around the thin yellow parchment. She was old enough that she had outlived her children, from the looks of it. The cloth wrapped around her head did little to hide her thinning hair and the thick layer of make-up only made the wrinkles on her face stand out more. The small, musty shop smelled of disuse and mothballs. He wrinkled his nose, trying to ignore the unpleasant odor. "Yes, yes, of course. I'll take it." The elf leaned forward over the desk, opening a small leather sack. Gold fell out of the purse in a miniature waterfall. The woman's dull eyes widened at the shiny coins. "Is that enough?" He folded the now now empty purse up, smiling at her awed nod. "It's a deal then." The woman scrabbled at the coins, drawing them to her as if he would change his mind. Hardly. This scroll is much more valuable than she knows... Solomon Grundy smiled at the woman cheerfully, withdrawing a small, onyx case from his belt. He carefully set the scroll inside the padded container and closed it with a Snap!, making sure both of the latches were firmly closed. "It was a pleasure." Hag. Solomon nodded politely and stood, walking towards the shoddy door. Finally, a trip into Lómëdor had proved fruitful! He patted the scroll case to make sure it was securely attached to his belt. If she could decipher it I'm sure it would have cost me at least three times as much... lucky for me I know how. Penned by one of the first great time mages, he had thought the scroll lost. One of his scholarly contacts had mentioned a rumor of the rare work being for sale somewhere in the city, so he had spent the better part of a week searching every two-bit store that advertised rare writings. And he had found it.

Emerging in the square, the elf's sensitive ears were bombarded with a chorus of screams and screeches. Green eyes searching through the crowd, He sound found the source of the disorder. Two people were brutally attacking the shoppers in the crowded square, weapons hacking at unprotected flesh. Few people seemed to bring weapons to defend themselves to the market on a sunny day. Grabbing the shoulder of a fleeing man, Solomon struggled to be heard over the screams of the crowd. "What's going on?!" The elf drew his shortbow as he talked, watching the two to make sure they did't show any unwanted attention to this small, frantic conversation.

"T-t-they just showed up and started, started k-killing everyone!" The man slapped Solomon's hand away and fled the market, not even looking back. Sighing slightly he reached down to the fat quiver of arrows at his hip, fingers dancing over the soft fletching. He drew one in a smooth motion, notching the shaft on the string and taking careful aim. One of the duo wielded a two-handed sword with brutal efficiency, effortlessly slicing through any person stupid enough to pass near her. She was small and garbed in black, red eyes sparkling with bloodlust in the sunlight. Her clothes were already stained blood-red, her victims running from the terror she invoked as often as the weapon she wielded. The other killer was far more intimidating, a tall warrior who smashed through the crowd with a combination of dark magic and a huge mace. Solomon snarled as he watched the barbarian blew a baby carriage apart, dark glee spread across the warrior's face. Great. The first luck I have and I doubt I'll even survive long enough to read the scroll...

The tall elf started to work through the fleeing crowd, nimbly dodging the panicked citizens. He calmly pulled the string taut, aiming the deadly projectile at the smaller female. he coudl feel his heartrate skyrocket, although he was unsure if this was from fear or excitement. Calm down, Solomon. You've done this a million times before. Breath in, breath out... He followed his mental advice, taking a few deep breaths to perfect his aim, making sure he wouldn't accidentaly kill any of the citizens running around in a frenzy. He sighed slightly and let go of the string, the sring snapping to its normal position as the arrow rocketed through the air. He was only aiming for her shoulder; it would do no good for him to just kill her. No, not yet. Solomon was already drawing another arrow, this time planning to take aim at the brutal man.

Ethari browsed one of the stands, eyes gazing at the many different variety of objects for sale. There were so many things, it was almost dizzying. Tarkin, a Balance priest garbed in simple brown monk robes came behind Ethari, and rested his hand gently on his shoulder. Ethari turned around, and faced Tarkin. "Apple slice?" Tarkin said politely, holding a chunk of apple, the rest in his free hand. "Thank you," Ethari said, grabbing the piece, and breaking it into small pieces, giving himself a piece, and then the newt, Rahu, perched on his shoulder. Tarkin followed suit, with the dove, Cataraza, perched on his own shoulder.

Ethari scanned the many different stalls, when some thing caught his eye. It was a small purple striped hut, with a large eye painted in the center, and multi color beads instead of a doorway. In big purple letters, the words 'PHYCIC' were prominently spelt. "I'm gonna check this out, you can go ahead with Cataraza." Tarkin nodded, and continued walking, stopping periodical to examine a booth.

Ethari pushed back the multi color beads, entering a dimly lit room. Rahu scurried under Ethari's arm, and then to his back, peeking his head over Ethari's shoulder. A table with a lit blue table cloth was in front of him, in the center of the room, a crystal ball, along with a deck of tarot cards, and a women seated in a chair on the opposite side. She seemed rather young, dressed in tight fitting purple clothing, and a purple turban wrapped around her head, concealing her facial features. The rest of the room was bear, except for a white lacy curtain, separating the halves of hut.

"Come, take a seat," the women said, gesturing to the seat in front of him. Ethari looked around uneasily, and sat gingerly. "You have nothing to be afraid of," the women said. She reached under the table, and pulled out a small dirty jar, filled with coins. "Oh," Ethari muttered, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a few coins, and putting them inside the jar. She quickly grabbed the jar, and returned it to its spot under the table.

"Now, your fortune," the women said, pulling her seat forward, and leaning towards the crystal ball. She waved her hands around the ball, and clouds of mist swirled around inside. "Hmph," she said moodily "your future is to delicate, I will use the tarot cards. The crystal ball will only work on futures that are definitely decided, and will provide a definite answer, while the tarot cards will only give a broad emotion you should expect."

Ethari nodded, and the women continued, laying the cards out in a intricate pattern, pulling cards in and out. She finally had all the cards in a stack, and began to lay them out. She flipped over the first card. On the card, an intricate picture was drawn of a women on the floor, weeping, and a dead baby laying near by. "Grief," the women said. She drew the second card. It had a picture of a man laying in a church, sword in his chest. "Pain." The third card had a picture of an angel and a devil, side by side. "Encounter."

Ethari sigh. 'What a prediction' he thought, standing from his seat. As he left the women stood, and shouted "good luck with your problems, and may the stars guide you!" Ethari turned to look at the lady, wondering how she knew his element, but she was already behind the screen, gathering materials.

As Ethari exited, a scream caught his ear. He quickly ran, and soon meet a scene of chaos. Tarkin ran to him, in disarray. "Ethari, two people are killing people at random, its total chaos!" Ethari drew his sword, his newt scurrying off his shoulder and onto Tarkins. "Watch Rahu and Cataraza, and try to heal as many as you can." Tarkin nodded, and ran off, trying to spot wounded innocents. Ethari ran to the scene, and soon caught glimpse of a brutal looking orc, mace in hand. "Morgo...." Ethari whispered to himself.

He muttered Arcane words, casting the Illusion spell. In an alley way to Morgo's left, an image of Ethari could be seen walking out, when in truth, it was only an illusion. Hopefully, it would catch Morgo off guard, leaving him open for Ethari to strike. Ethari unfurled his wings and flew rapidly to Morgo, aiming his sword to pierce his heart.

Sasami continued to massacre the helpless civilians, bloodlust radiating from her eyes. She smiled as the villagers died before her, one after the other. “You will all learn the meaning of pain!” Sasami said gleefully before an arrow ricocheted off her sword, which was now at the defense.

Sasami giggled before lifting off the ground, her raven black wings spread out. She then began to circle the archer, making the occasional swipe down to strike him with her oversized sword.

Sasami hoped the orc would be alright with her gone. ‘Why should I care? He’s a big….boy? I can’t tell with his race. Lets just hope he doesn’t find any other do-gooders’ Sasami thought before making her third swipe, this one aiming for his ankles. “You impudent dog! You will rue the day you interrupted my fun!” the dark angel shouted, going down for the strike.

Morgo yawned as Ethari used the same attack on him. "Your so repetitive Ethari, you may want to work on your combat skills," Morgo told him, easily sidestepping the predicted blow. He noticed his angelic ally attacking the archer. "You fools made the biggest mistake," Morgo said, shaking his head in pity.

Morgo began to focus his mana, while keeping his thoughts on fire. Slowly, a orb of flames appeared in his fist. Morgo leaned forward, and jutted out his arm. The flaming ball shot out, towards Ethari. If the angel tried to dodge, the fireball would follow him.

Morgo summoned more energy from inside of him, and prepared to cast another spell. He began to chant inaudibly, and the incantations seemed to flow from his mouth. Soon, red runes began to etch themselves in the sky. When the last of the incantations were said, the runes flashed violently.

The runes disappeared, and out of the flash was a massive figure. A Raa Chaos Golem, nearly standing at 8 feet tall, incredibly large mace at his side. It swung the mace at Ethari, taking out a nearby building as well. Morgo chuckled at his malice, enjoying the misery of others. He readied his mace on the defensive, preparing for any attack from his rival, Ethari Xilophent.

Ethari landed on the ground, frustrated at his missed attack, as Morgo yawning and saying "Your so repetitive Ethari, you may want to work on your combat skills." Ethari growled, frustrated at Morgo's remark, and readied to attack with his sword, but was to late. Morgo had created a fire ball in his hands and launched it towards Ethari. Ethari decided he was going to try some thing different, in response to what Morgo had said earlier. He didn't move, and embraced for the hit of the fireball.

The fire ball slammed into Ethari's chest, burning his clothes, scorching his skin and burning his skin off. Ethari winced, pain flowing through his body. He raised is head, but before he had a chance to attack Morgo, the orc had already cast another spell. He chanted, and familiar red runes began to etch in the air. "Oh no," Ethari muttered. A golem soon appeared, standing about eight feet tall, with a giant mace at his side.

It swung its mace at Ethari, destroying the building next to Ethari. The building crumbled as the mace crashed into it, causing even more chaos. People ran around frantically, trying to avoid rubble and debris, and the two murderers. Ethari caught a glimpse of Tarkin, running frantically, stopping people and asking if they were okay, and if they weren't healing their wounds. He ran forward, to dodge the mace attack, and outstretched his hand.

He muttered words to himself, and activating an ability inside himself, The Touch of the Mage, which allowed him to cast two spells at the same time . He then muttered more Arcane words, and cast the spells Blind and Energy Drainage at the same time, blinding Morgo. This would give him an advantage in combat, and he would surely end the fight.

The girl's voice rang across the square, each and every word dripping anger and a manic joy. “You will all learn the meaning of pain!” Solomon cursed under his breath as the arrow richocheted off of the two-handed blade, sticking into the ground instead of the girl's flesh. Dark wings unfurled from her back, each feather as dark as the abyss. Her crimson eyes locked on the archer, burning with fury and bloodlust. He cursed again, louder this time. Great, another dark being I've managed to tick off. Hmm... Fallen angel, demonic monstrosity, succubus... Mentally running through the lsit of races she coudl belong to, Solomon nocked the arrow he had meant for the orc on the bowstring and focused all of his attention on the flying girl. His fingers curled around the string, the arrow balanced on the stop in the middle of the shortbow's belly. His green eyes were blank, simply evaluating the enemy. There was no reason to show how recluctant he was to fight her. After all, she wielded a massive weapon, sunlight glinting in tiny spears of light on the honed edge of the bloody blade. And here he was with only a shortbow and a full quiver. Fantastic.

The winged killer began to circle him, the sword weaving around her. Suddenly she dipped slightly, a cruel smile fixed on her face as she slashed at the elf. He just barely managed to dodge, rolling across the street to avoid the flashing edge. Before he was even on his feet she had struck again, the sword's point jabbing towards his forehead. He jerked his head out of the way, feeling the cold steel slide across his cheek. Solomon leapt out of the way as she flapped back out of range, elvish blood staining the sword in her hands. He gritted his teeth, feeling a spread of warmth on the left side of his face as droplets of his own, fresh blood dripped onto his white shirt, staining it. First blood to the girl in the black! And I was haviung such a good day... The elf wiped his sleeve across the wound, stemming the flow slightly. The cut went from his left nostril to the bottom of his left ear, and although it was bleeding steadily, it wasn't serious enough

Her voice was like a whipcrack, lashing across the elf's bloody features. “You impudent dog! You will rue the day you interrupted my fun!” Solomon sneered, simply tracking her with his eyes. When she flew low to slash at his feet with the oversized blade he was ready. With the natural grace of the elves he jumped over the blade, clumsily kicking at her wrist as she passed by. As she swooped away he raised the shortbow, feeling the muscles all the way from his shoulder down to his fingers quiver with excitement. He drew the bowstring taught, aiming the arrow at the joints where her wing met her back. Let's make this fight a little more fair... He snapped off one arrow at the girl's back, already nocking another shaft onto the string as it flew through the air. Without even seen if his first attack had hit he launched the second projectile, aiming for her other wing. He skipped away from his opponent, hoping one of the two arrows would at least hit her. He had caught a glimpse of another man engaging the orc in combat, meaning that Solomon could focus all of his efforts on this dark-winged monster.

Sasami saw him readying another arrow, and also knew to not let her wings become indangered, so she stopped flapping her wings and began to fall. She looked up to see two arrows wizz by her. She landed on the ground before charging the man, aiming to smack the bow right from his hands to keep from having such a annoying disadvantage. After that she would try to trip him and slash at his throut.

(Sooooooo sorry about the small post, I can't be descriptive right now. I'm sort of having a headache :grr: )

Solomon snarled in frustration as the girl folded the dark wings close to her body, dropping like a stone to the street. Both of his arrows whizzed uselessly over her head as she turned, brandishing the sword and staring at him with those terrible, blood-red eyes. She began to rush at him, murderous contempt in her eyes. The elf suppressed a shudder and notched another arrow, aware of the fact that the girl was charging closer with each passing moment. When she was still around ten feet from him he fired the missile, the shaft shooting towards her left shoulder. But by that point she had reached him, the blade slashing across his body, Although he managed to dance out of the way of the sharp tip, the flat of her weapon struck the shortbow with a loud CRACK! His fingers went numb from the strength of the blow, the elf watching helplessly as his hand-crafted weapon flew across Lómëdor Square, clattering to a halt on the ground several yards away.

The elf had little time to regret the loss of the bow as Sasami's foot lashed out, hooking behind his knee and pulling one leg out from under him. The elf fought to keep his balance but realized it wasn't going to work. He fell to the street, barely managing to catch the brunt of the fall on his elbows. Broken planks of wood caught on his black vest, the scattered remnants of the stall that Mordo had crushed in his first vicious assault. Standing above him, the winged female held thw two-handed sword up, drops of blood sliding off the metallic blade. Time seemed to slow for the elf, his green gaze locked onto a single red dot, glistening in the sunlight as it fell towards his face. Reflected in that small, perfect droplet he saw himself, blood streaming from the gash on his cheek, looking defeated. However, there was still a determined glint in his forest eyes. A soft, sing-song melody played in the elf's ears, echoing in his skull.

Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday,
Christened on a stark and stormy Tuesday,
Married on a gray and grisly Wednesday,

The elf scrabbled at the rubble beneath him with both hands, his skin tearing on the rough, splintered wood. As Sasami began to move, the sword chopping towards his throat, he found what he was looking for with his left hand. He pulled out a long, unbroken plank from the ruins of the vendor's stall, pulling the smooth plane of wood up with one arm so it leaned across his body. Sasami's sword struck the wood instead of the elf, sinking halfway through the plank before grinding to a halt. The elf winced as the strength of her strike traveled down his arm, forcing the fingers clenching the wood to go numb. Despite the pain from the blow and the splinters that had sunk into his thin fingers, Solomon smiled at Sasami, his green eyes cold. "Sorry. I haven't been married yet. I can't die." At least, I would prefer not to die yet. But a little bit of misdirection had never hurt Solomon, especially when he was doing the misdirecting.

With his right hand he reached into the quiver on his hip, seizing an arrow. His fingers curled around the straight shaft, pulling the arrow out in one smooth motion. Without even pausing to think he thrust the arrow at the girl's calf with all of his strength, intending to pierce her leg with the weapon. The steel arrowhead gleamed as it plunged towards her. It would probably break the arrow, but Solomon was willing to break one or two arrows to avoid getting his throat torn out.

Morgo shuddered as all his vision departed. Soon, he felt the magic affect him, and his energy was drained rapidly. One fourth of his energy departed his body, and he was now blind. Morgo knew he had to retain his vision if his fight against Ethari was successful. He was so taken aback from the blindness, he let go his concentration, and the golem faded from existence, returning from whence it came.

Focusing his mana, Morgo began to cast a spell. A blue circle appeared around him, laying on the ground. Soon it flashed, the pale blue light coming all around him. He felt his vision coming back, seeing that fool Ethari. The blue circle dissipated, and Morgo smiled in pleasure, knowing his Dispell Magic spell had worked.

"Now its my turn," He roared, and began to cast a second spell. He focused his mana, and aimed his hand at Ethari. But, behind the angel, flames appeared. Morgo spun in a circle, and the flames followed. All the combatants were now encircled in a Ring of Flames, unable to escape. Even flying was not enough, the flames were twenty feet up, and in circumference.

He managed to cast all his defensive spells, and repaired all the status aliments, but still was weak from his Energy Drainage spell. His golem was also gone, making it hard to continued. He would need to attack pysically, he had used a lot of mana, but not necessarily all of it.

He would need an advantage when attacking, and using his lightning blasts as diversions wouldn't be enough. He focused his mana, but instead of concentrating it at one point to create flames or lightning, he sent it throughout his body, causing it to blur.

He had cast Blur. He would now become difficult to hit, as well as difficult to dodge. His image, or lack thereof, would give him the necessary advantage to surely hit Ethari. The angel would have difficulty knowing which direction his attack would come from. Morgo charged at him with a roar.

He raised his mace to chest level, aiming it, shooting several blasts of lightning. As soon as he reached Ethari, he made his posture look like his attack would come from the right, but quickly changed that at the last second, doing a swift uppercut. Consequently, this had a problem. His mace part would be the part that would hit him, other than the usually talon part, that would shred his skin.

Ethari's hand pressed against Morgo's rough leather shirt, the bright white energy glowing from his hand absorbed into Morgo's body, which would weaken one fourth of his energy. The orc seemed winded, and the massive golem soon dissipated. Great , Ethari thought, the sudden energy drainage had a nice side affect. That pesky golem is gone, leaving it a one on one fight between me and Morgo.

Ethari pulled himself to a complete stop, and faced Morgo, sword at the ready. The fight was won, since he was fighting a blind opponent. Before Ethari had a chance to attack, Morgo did some thing unexpected. A pale blue circle surrounded the orc, and a pale blue flash followed quickly. Ethari noticed some thing, as the orc smiled. His eye's had lost the pale gleam to them. He's not blinded anymore. he thought which means I lost my advantage in combat.

"Now its my turn," Morgo roared, causing the injured nearby even more panic. He pointed his hand at Ethari, which made him appear to be casting a spell. Ethari had been able to detect his muscle contraction, thanks to his intellect granted by Thernody, and flew up into the air, to dodge any of the fire spells the orc knew. But instead, a burst of fire shot up behind him, catching him completely off guard, and the flames continued in a circle, trapping all the combatants.

His feathers began to scorch as he tumbled to the ground and landed with a sickening thump. He quickly stood, and readied his sword, but Morgo had already cast another spell. His body began to blur, and he began to move with unnatural speed, and was so fast, that Ethari wouldn't have time to detect his muscle contractions.

Morgo ran for Ethari, and launched several lightning bolts, which Ethari easily dodged, like so many times before. He embraced him self as the orc charged, and attempted to deflect the blow with his sword, but the orc changed positions of his attack with great speed, which not many would be able to see. The orc's mace slammed into Ethari's chest, but thankfully with the blunt side, and not the side with the vicious talon.

Ethari's body flew forward with the force of the blow. He quickly regained his composure, while in the air, and managed to land on the ground, instead of in the remains of the destroyed buildings and stalls. He then sheathed his diamond blade quickly, while drawing his shortbow and reaching for an arrow, and flying into the air, careful to avoid the flames. He then fired three arrows at Morgo, all aimed at the chest area.

Ethari smirked while flying and shouted while the arrows buzzed towards Morgo. "Your ring of fire is useless. All it's doing is preventing your escape and insuring your death!."

Sasami ignored the comment, knowing it was to sidetrack her. The angel flapped her wings once to lift a few feet from the ground, causing the dagger made arrow to miss. She then put a round house kick to his skull, attempting to knock him across the square. She then pulled out a small black whistle and blew into it, which made a low clicking noise. Soon enough a giant spider crept its way on top of a nearby building. Sasami flew over to it and landed in the saddle that was strapped to it. The angel snapped the chained reins, and the spider jumped towards the young man, fangs ready to impale his small frame.

Morgo laughed as his attack was more than success. His ring of fire wasn't intended to hurt him, but luckily, the fool caused his own downfall. He fell and tumbled to the ground, making a thump. His mace attack was very effective as well.

Morgo looked in awe as his ally mounted a giant spider which seemed to come from no where. Luckily, it had been hiding within the ring of fire, being able to come into the fight unscathed. It would give her an advantage, letting her surely defeat her foe.

He stood, his image still blurry. He knew that this time, Ethari would truly fall. But the Harbringer of Balance's next attack was more successful than he could ever imagine. He was completely unaware that Ethari was proficient with a bow. He had fought him before, but only saw his blade in combat. But watching the arrows come towards him, he knew that the warrior was not just a swordsmen, but also an archer.

Both of the rivals were very good combatants, with great strategy as well. But the orc and the angel both received training from a goddess, but each goddess who trained them was quite opposite. Morgo and Ethari both were also good magicians, with great spell selections. Morgo focused more on fire and offensive magic, while Ethari cheap parlor tricks.

Three arrows buzzed towards Morgo, who quickly tried to avoid them by sidestepping. He wasn't quick enough, despite his agility. Of course, his agility was not the same as grace. When it came to tumbles and rolls, he could pretty much guarantee a bang in the head by some foreign object.

Two of the arrows pierced into his flesh, one whizzing by, merely hitting a nearby crate. He groaned in pain as they hit him, sinking into his flesh. His wound was in his left side of his chest and his left shoulder. Luckily, it hadn't affected the fighting side of his body, the right.

He roared in anger, feeling the pain as he ripped the two arrows out of him. He threw them to the ground, blood splattering. He was infuriated as his blur effect dissipated, his mana quaking through his body stopping swiftly. Luckily, his ring of fire spell was staying in effect, for its effect was instantaneous, requiring no concentration for a extended period of time, similar to fireball, or dispell magic. Like a one time cast, for a long time, unlike a fireball or dispell magic. It wouldn't need to be focused upon to continue to work, it would burn for a while.This was one of his greatest weakness, pain caused him to lose concentration of his mana. While he could cast spells efficiently, any pain would cause him to frenzy, losing his focus.

He readied a counter attack, and cast the spell Plague of Insects. Small dots appeared in the sky, until they filled like a cloud. Under further inspection, one could tell these were insects and other vermin, buzzing about furiously. Morgo sent them forth towards Ethari, and the quickly moved to his side. Once he reached his side, he launched lightning at him, hoping he was to distracted by his spell.

Sasami's black-clad foot zoomed towards Solomon's head, threatening to spread his nose across his visage in a most unaesthetic manner. He wrenched the plank up, letting the wood intercept the blow instead of his precious, one-of-a-kind face. The wood splintered under the force of the attack, forcing the elf to close his eyes as small, dangerous shard of wood sprinkled his face. Now that she was off of the ground he stood, scrambling backwards to put a little distance between him and the flier. His sharp elven eyes scanned the area in a desperate search for his weapon. After all, the easiest way to combat a flier was to shoot it. His gaze fell on the shortbow, lying near the center of the deserted square. Completely ignoring the clicking noise from the whistle he dashed towards the weapon, a small, triumphant smile on his face. As he scooped up the weapon he drew one of his arrows, turning in mid-dash to nock the shaft and take aim. But something had changed in that short period of time. The smile faded from his lips as he gaped at the scene in front of him. The main difference was that instead of simply being a demonic, onyx-winged, violent, insane girl with an oversized sword, there was a demonic, onyx-winged, violent, insane girl with an oversized sword flying towards a very, very large spider.

Solomon froze, trying to ignore his mind's desire to simply shut down at such a nightmarish image. There are several things in life that an ordinary mortal would find almost impossible to acknowledge due to the sheer impossibility and horror of the situation. Most people would simply sit there, their mind trying to compensate for the nightmarish reality surrounding them, staring at the huge spider as Sasami mounted it and let it devour them. Solomon just shut the area of his brain that used logic off, evaluating this new threat. The spider was massive. The eight legs looked almost too thin and springly to support the round, bulbous body, but the jerky, random movements of the thin limbs carried it swiftly towards the elf. He could just make out the reins snaking from its head to Sasami's hands, actual chains instead of the usual leather straps. The mount leapt off of the building, pouncing towards the elf. As it jumped his sharp eyes caught the fangs unfold, dripping with a poison he knew had to be lethal in the amounts it would inject with every bite. The elf's pale face was reflected in each of the eight, shiny black eyes. He quickly jumped backwards, landing at the same time as the spider. The huge body of the spider crashing into the square shook the ground, almost knocking Solomon to the earth. The elf threw desperately himself to one side as the unnatural beast lashed at him with the pointed fangs, barely dodging the lethal strike. He rolled to its left side, coming up in a crouch with the bowstring pulled back, holding two arrows instead of just one.

"So you're not the only monster here..." With a humorless grin he released the string, sending both arrows towards the spider’s thick-skinned abdomen. Drawing another arrow, he snapped off a shot at Sasami on the creature's back, hoping that if he managed to dismount her from the nightmarish beast it would lose its focus and will to fight. But just in case, he hopped away from the spider and its rider, drawing another arrow and notching it on the bowstring. I can’t keep this up forever...

Ethari watched in pleasure as most of his arrows pierced Morgo's flesh. Two of them found there target, on his left side, while the last one bounced off harmlessly on one of the destroyed stands. Morgo then reached his hand toward the arrows, and ripped them out, splashing blood across the stone floor of the square. He threw them on the ground, decorating the stone floor with more of the orc's blood. Morgo roared in pain, and his image became normal, and was no longer blurry. Unfortunately, the ring of fire remained, unlike his blurry image.

Ethari quickly sheathed his short bow and redrew his diamond blade in this period, and readied to defend against whatever Morgo had to throw at him, but remained in the air, to give him an advantage in combat. Some thing caught Ethari's eye. A giant spider jumped off the roof of a near by building, and landed on the ground, causing the earth nearby to shake with the force of its impact. There was something odd about the spider though. It had a saddle, and a chain reign.

Soon, the black winged angel who was killing people in the square mounted the spider, and grabbed hold of the reigns. Ethari began to scream in terror, losing focus of his fight against Morgo, his fear of spiders emerging quickly. It's body caused Ethari to quake with sheer terror, as the girl made it attack a elf with its long mandibles.

Suddenly, a hive of insects flew right into Ethari, causing him mass disarray. As he swatted at the bugs that were attacking him, he caught a glimpse of Morgo pulling his hand down. That's one of Morgo's spell, he must have cast it Ethari thought to himself.

As Ethari swatted at the bugs, a lightning bolt struck him on his chest, causing him to fly backward and into the ring of fire, causing even more of his feathers and wings to burn off, causing him even more pain. Ethari fell to the ground, and landed again with another sickening thump. He quickly stood and faced Morgo, his diamond blade still in hand.

He recalled something another angel had taught him in the Outdoor Training Arena. Zenith Meria had taught him a move, and it would prove useful, thanks to what Morgo had said earlier. "Your so repetitive Ethari, you may want to work on your combat skills." Ethari began to fly towards Morgo, his sword in hand, as if to pierce his flesh. As he neared Morgo, he tucked his right wing in, causing him to flank to the left quickly, and he slashed at him with his diamond blade.

Sasami smiled at the angels fear before the spider jumped to the side, dodging the arrow directed toward it. She then took flight before the giant spider moved toward the boy quickly, its front four legs stabbing forward, attempting to impale him on the points. Sasami flew around to the boy in a crescent like motion, sword out to slash at his back while the spider distracted him. "This will be the end of you!" Sasami screamed after getting within a few feat of the attack.

A scream of pure terror cut across Lómëdor Square. Solomon wasted a few precious moments to glance over his shoulder, seeing the mask of horror on Ethari's face for an instant before the angel was enveloped in a cloud of insects. The archer turned his full attention back to his own battle just in time to see Sasami dismount, flapping into the air as the spider loomed over the elf, sharp fangs protruding menacingly. It precariously balanced on its back four legs, the other limbs thrusting towards the elf. He twisted to one side, supporting all of his weight on one hand in order to dodge the vicious hooks on the first two legs. Looking up proved to be a mistake; the elf was captivated by the spider's clicking mandibles and bulbous eyes, his body freezing for the smallest moment. It was long enough. The hooked end of one long, thin leg tore into his hip, tearing a long gash in his leg. The elf gasped as blood gushed from the wound, spilling onto the ground with a sickening splatter. The... femoral artery? No... Missed... Just.... deep... The elf staggered backwards, away from the horrible jaws of the nightmarish creature, only to hear the soft flapping of wings behind him.

Muttering a curse, the elf threw himself to the ground, not trusting his wounded leg to support a more agile maneuver. Sasami's blade whisked over his head, so close he could feel the wind from the blade's passage. Clumsily rolling under the massive body of the spider, he glanced up at the hairy underbelly. Well, here goes nothing... Quickly pulling out another arrow from he quiver, he drew the bow in one smooth motion, ignoring the stinging of splinters in his fingers. "Unleash the storms..." Solomon grunted and released the arrow, continuing his roll out from under the spider. This arrow was different from the others; instead of being a plain, simple wooden shaft adorned with brown feathers, the fletching had been dyed blue and a blue ribbon was wrapped around the projectile. As soon as it was shot from the bow it began to sparkle with lightning magic, the arrow crackling with electricity as it sped towards the spider's underside.

Solomon did not wait to see if the enchanted arrow had harmed the monstrosity, instead awkwardly rolling out from underneath the giant spider and clumsily getting to his feet on the other side of the beast, limping away as fast as he could manage. Blood still dripped from the wound, leaving a smeared trail on the cobblestones of the Square. His eyes, dazed from the pain, found the man who was aiding him in this fight. Solomon drew another arrow, silently praying to whatever gods had the time to spare to help him out. He had caught the angel's name when the orc had shouted it out earlier. "Ethari!" Solomon's voice rang out above the sounds of the battle, hopefully reaching the angel's ears in the ring of fire. The arrow he had notched on the bowstring was also enchanted; the arrowhead had been crafted out of gold instead of plain steel, and the fletching had been dyed the same metallic hue. "Help!" The plea still ringing in his pointed ears, Solomon shot the arrow at the orc, the projectile rocketing towards his right side. As it flew the arrowhead began to pulse with holy magic, the enchanted projectile leaving a golden line in the air behind it, an afterimage of its trajectory as it shot towards its target. Solomon grit his teeth, grabbing another arrow from the quiver, trying to split his attention between Sasami and her mount and the dangerous orc.

Morgo Domanu laughed at Ethari's fear of spiders. This was a new fact for him, and he was willing to use to hurt the angel in any way possible. He was also pleased to see his attack went successful. The angel flew back, the lightning spreading through his body.

Morgo chuckled, seeing that Ethari had not taken his advice, and preceded to attack as normal, by flying forward, his wings propelling him to deal massive damage to him. Morgo would have to be repetitive as well, side stepping the blow.

He quickly shifted to the left, and went back to observe Ethari's miss. But he had used his wings to propel him to the left, and then slashed at him with his blade. Morgo's chest was cut with the diamond blade, searing his flesh.

He roared in pain, his flesh ripping along with his shirt. Blood spattered onto the ground, the stones turning a sickly red. He quickly remembered the fight, focusing back on the fight. He was lucky he did.

A cry of help by the elf rang throughout the square, not able to be heard by the ring of flames surrounding the combatants. He was being attacked, by a strange arrow. He couldn't risk being hit by this enchanted arrow, no matter what. Who knew what effect it would have on him?

He sidestepped to the right, the arrow whizzing past him, piercing into the plank of a near by vendor stand. He snarled at him, angry that he attempted to kill him. Aiming Denger's Talon, he launched a blast of lightning at him, hoping his ally was able to distract him enough to be stricken by the lightning.

Morgo quickly spun around to face Ethari, his true foe. He growled at him, bearing his fangs. His hatred ran through his veins, and vengeance permeated from his body, radiating his very presence. Morgo was running low on mana, which meant Ethari must have been as well. The two were both of almost equal power, each fighting with equal ferocity.

Morgo focused his mana similar to that of his blur spell, his mana flowing through his body. But when his mana was rippling all throughout, Morgo shot it out ward, causing it to become a Chaotic Aura. The red aura shimmered around him, sizzling with chaos.

Luckily, law was less effective against him, for his aura resisted such attacks. Morgo needed one more spell to improve his attack. He focused his last drops of mana to his hand, outstretching it through and to his weapon. It stopped at the mace and talon part, becoming his desired spell, Thunder hammer.

Denger's Talon looked the same, but unknown to Ethari, it was charged with the orc's mana, making his attacks that much more deadly. Any attack that connected to Ethari would ripple in thunder and electricity, dealing a good amount of damage.

Morgo charged with a bloodthirsty roar, the recently enchanted Denger's Talon gleaming viciously at his side. When he reached his target, he swung to the right with a powerful blow, only to swiftly change the direction of his blow.

He came down at Ethari with an overhead strike, his mace coming down upon his head. Malice and treachery was reflected in his eyes, for the orc was more than furious with the current outcome from this skirmish.

Ethari's sword made contact with the orcs skin, gliding easily through his body, making a long slash mark across his chest, blood oozing from the wound. Ethari landed, and faced Morgo, ready to attack him. Soon a cry rang through the air. Ethari turned his head, to see were it came from. It was the elf, the one who was combating the black winged angel and spider. He had a bow, and fired a arrow towards Morgo. There was something different about the arrow. It had a golden head, and had a holy radiance to it. Morgo quickly sidestepped the arrow, which landed harmlessly in the remains of one of the many destroyed stands. Morgo grabbed his mace and pointed it at the elf, and fired several lightning bolts in his direction. Morgo then turned to face Ethari, ready to fight.

Morgo seemed really anger, and soon, a red aura emmited from him. Ethari could practically feel the chaos radiating from Morgo. He then ran his hand across his mace, yet no effects were visible. Morgo ran for Ethari, his mace raised for a strike. It appeared his blow would come from the right, so Ethari quickly sidestepped to the left, to avoid the blow, but Morgo quickly changed the direction from the blow to an overhead blow. His mace came down, ripping through his arm, even though it was intended for his head, but tore through his right arm, due to Ethari's sidestep.

His flesh tore open, and blood quickly poured out, adding to the gruesome amount of blood in Lómëdor Square. As the orc's mace left his skin, there was a jolt of electricity, causing even more pain to his arm. Ethari bent over, screaming as the electricity coursed through his veins.

Ethari quickly stood, ready to counterattack. He muttered Arcane Words, sending mana through his body, copying his image. The spell used a little mana, but he was running dangerously low, for he had taken severe damage, and had used many of his spells, and performed many attacks. He sent an Illusion of him, that seemed to come from his body, so Morgo would not know which was the real Ethari. The illusion flew into the air, and then plummeted towards Morgo, using a slash to the right. The real Ethari ran for Morgo, and slashed at Morgo's left side, but as his sword neared his body, he pulled it up, making it an upward slash.

((OOC: I guess Sasami is out, eh?))

Solomon groaned as the enchanted missile missed its mark, instead demolishing a vendor's stall from the force of its holy enchantment. The orc glared at the elf as if he weren't worth the time to actually face him and instead pointed the wicked mace at the scholar. Solomon barely had time to react before a bolt of lightning cut across the Square like a thrown spear, slamming into the elf's chest. He had been too preoccupied fighting Sasami to pay close attention to Morgo's tactics. He hadn't really regretting the lapse until this moment. Searing pain lanced through the elf's body as he stumbled backwards, his muscles twitching from the shock running through his body. His fingers spasmed violently, losing their grip on his shortbow, the weapon falling to the street with a clatter. He fought to keep himself upright, a battle he quickly lost. Solomon fell to his knees, grinding his teeth together to keep the orc from having the pleasure of hearing him cry out. The pain was excruciating. He clenched both fists, fingernails digging into the fleshy section of his palms, a minor irritation in the face of such horrible agony. The lightning had ripped open his shirt and vest, leaving an angry red burn that covered most of his chest. Blood oozed from the wound, staining the tattered remnants of his clothing and mingling with the puddle of blood from the wound on his leg. Solomon curled up, closing his eyes as he felt the world begin to fade away...

A cloak of leaves obscured the clear sky, shielding him from the scorching rays of the summer sun. Under the dense canopy it was cool and shady, a welcome relief at this time of year. The scent of earth and vegetation was overwhelming yet oddly comforting. After all, it was the smell of home. A cool pair of arms encircled his body, pulling him back. Solomon yielded to the fond embrace, leaning into the arms and closing his eyes. He could feel her warm body at his back, her breath whispering across the back of his neck. "Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday..." He could sense the smile on her face, the laughter in her sing-song voice, could just stay here in her arms forever...

"NO!" Solomon forced himself to fight the warm numbness that emanated from the wound, to keep his eyes open and cling onto consciousness. With the voice of another still ringing in his ears he thought back to that simple nursery rhyme, one that every child knew but not even the wisest scholars could tell you its origin or purpose. ‘Christened... on a stark...’ His voice came in short gasps, each breath feeling like he was drawing in a mouthful of fire instead of air. ‘And stormy... Tuesday...’ He opened his hands slowly, staring at the bloody imprints of his own fingernails in the soft flesh. He jerked out one arm, grasping for the bow he had dropped. Even the tiniest movement sent another wave of pain cascading to his head, assaulting his senses. He repeated the rhyme like a mantra, a distraction to keep himself from fading into the darkness again. ‘Married... on a gray and grisly... Wednesday...’ He gasped as he picked up the bow, the familiar weapon feeling strange in his sticky, bloody hand. He reached for a plain, wooden arrow, grasping it tightly to make sure his blood-slick fingers could find purchase on the smooth shaft. The leg wound coupled with the weakness of his muscled from the electric shock had rendered him practically immobile, but he could still fight from the ground. ‘Took... ill...’ His voice failed him, succumbing to his painful gasps, but he refused to let his arms do the same. Ignoring the pain he drew the bowstring taut, fingers clenched so tightly on the string it drew another line of blood. He let it go, knowing that despite his wounded state the projectile would fly true. Acting automatically he drew another arrow, set it to the string again, took aim down the straight shaft. I won’t die. Not yet. I need to live out the verses first. Using this childish logic to fuel his determination, he let the second arrow loose, hoping that at least one would connect with the orc.