Completely invisible in the shade of a rather large tree, Tithdaeron watched the forest floor for any movement. His mind was still off on the fight he had with Loriauna, and how he had changed since then. No longer was he the innocent half-angel, unwilling to experience any violence. Morte was now lost somewhere in the chaos inside of his body, but he could still feel him there. Perhaps their souls were mixed together. It mattered not. Tithdaeron meerely wanted to defeat his opponent.

It was another person he had become slight freinds with as well. Sarieon. Why couldn't he end up fighting anyone he wouldnt have any qualms about? Why am I even in this tournament still? Didn't I lose? he thought to himself, as he shuffled his arms quietly, brushing off an insect that had landed on his shoulder and gave away his position. It would be awefully curious to see a bug sitting on an indelible ledge.

Tithdaeron started to play with the Bloodstone Amulet that was hanging precariously from his neck. The necklace seemed very fragile, threatening to snap under the weight of the Bloodstone. Its dark energy was rippling through him, giving him a slight boost of stamina as he wasnt injured. The force had to go someplace.

[Italasized is Sareions thoughts.]

Sareion approached the spot were they were to fight in the forest. Leaves crunched under his feet and birds flew off. Sareion was covered in his cloak, keeping him invisible to his surroundings. He ran the posting's through his head once again, Sareion vs. Tithdareon. He knew he would haft to fight his friend, there wasn't anything he could do. But why was Tithdaeron even still in the tournament he had lost? hadn't he?

Sareion stoped about 25 paces from the tree and uncloaked himself. "I know your there show yourself. That way we may have a fair fight." Sareion drew his sword instantly lighting up in flames. That proves he is here. I wish he hadn't show up. Sareion looked around the battle feild. He noticed a Fairly large tree, he was sure that is were he had to be hideing, there were no other shadows large enough to cover him.

Sareion scraped his sword against the ground and concentrated on that spot. flaping his wings, Sareion ruffled up a couple of leafs blowing them in Tithdareons direction.

Tithdaeron observed the blade that Saerion had drawn. He was very familiar with it, his family had one just like it when he was young. Tithdaeron remembered the stories his father would tell him as a young boy about it. The holy flames made a chill run up his spine, his vampiric flesh crawled like a thousand insects. Yet, it was bearable, because at hear he was part angel.

Now completely transforming himself into a shadow, Tithdaeron crawled along the back of the tree and to the front of it so he could spring up and attack Saerion when he drew closer. The sun was behind the tree, and the shadow of it casted in his direction making hi nearly invisble. Watching from his position fro the blades of grass around the tree, Tithdaeron saw Saerion use his wings to blow some leaves towards where he used to be.

Clever dog... he thought to himself as he waited patiently If those leaves had bounced off of me he would have seen where I was immediatly. Good thing I am not physical for the time being, he might have tried it again.

Sareion scratched his head curiously. What, I could have sworn...No he couldn't be there the leafs didn't hit him....Maybe hes up in the tree. Sareion looked around once more. But there is no were else for him to hide..oh well. Sareion kept his guard up and walked around examineing the trees. Not here, uh or here. He kept walking around until he was right were he started.

Well this has to be it...unless, he moved. Sareion walked forward slowly to examine the tree. He wasn't about to get sneak attacked, but he really didn't have a choice. Well I guess this has to be the spot...Right? He examined the Tree closely and got with in 10 paces of the tree itself. Sareion sniffed I can smell him, he is most defenitly here.

He peered around the tree and up into it. He must be invisible... Sareion looked down towards his feet Shadows! Takeing a couple of steeps back Sareion began to raise his weapon. "Come out...I know your in there!" A strong wind blew against Sareions back. Something told him he should move but he didn't. He would wait for his opponet to appare. The wind ruffled up a couple leaves and hit sareions back, well others flew past him.

Tithdaeron watched with a slight amount of curiosity as Saerion started examining possible hiding places throughout the area. Everywhere but the most likely spot, impertinent fool. he thought to himself, slightly amused by the efforts of the archangel. Then, when Saerion started to draw closer to his spot, his blood started to run hotter and heavier through his veins. The dragon magic from the blood of Loriauna still left in his system gave him a slight boost in senses, but mostly he concentrated on Saerions scent and memorized it.

It is possible that it would become usefull in the future, and it was hard not to smell the holy flame from that sword, and the pure spirit about the man. More memories filled the currently insane Tithdaeron's mind. Gone was the more rational one from before, as he was still under the control of the element of chaos that had so deeply penetrated and purveyed his mind and the mind of Morte as well. They were all but tossed about in a see of confusion, all what was left were the more evil parts of the two.

Just thinking of smelling, and maybe even feeling or tasting the blood of Saerion made the inside of his mouth water in anticipation. If he managed to knock him unconcious, he would have quite the treat of archangel blood.

Sareion looked around, about ready to give up on his search. "Uh, Come out! Fight me you coward!" Sareion was inraged that his opponnet wouldn't show himself. He turned away from the tree and started to walk off.

sniffing sareion picked up on the all familiar smell of Morte. Hum, I can smell him why won't he come out. Sareion started to walk off and he noticed the flame die down as he got further away from that spot. Sareion grinned and let out a little laugh. He turned around and swung his sword into the shadow covered area hopeing it would make contact with its target.

Taking delight in every last drop of Saerion's utter cluelessness, Tithdaeron was just about to rise into the physical form of his body when Saerion began to walk away yet again. The holy flame on his sword was dimming, and Tithdaeron smiled breifly in releif that it was now farther away from him. His joy was short lived, however, when his face went to a grimace and he turned back to the shadows just as Saerion whirled around and struck the sword into where he had previously been. The flame grazed him, and Tithdaeron could stand it no longer.

Drifitng in between Saerion's legs, Tithdaeron transformed behind him to find that his arm was lit up with holy flame. He grit his fangs against the near crippling pain from the holy power, and drew his scimitar with a vertical slash. Saerion's armor would no doubt protect from it in any other circumstance, but as he was bent over there was a opening and Tithdaeron took advantage of it.

The fire was spreading quickly up his arm, and soon engulfed his shoulder and started to burn against his very face. Being able to stand it no longer, while in the slash Tithdaeron used his flame ring to remove the flames from his shoulder and arm. Holding them at a distance, Tithdaeron flung them towards Saerion in the hopes of striking him with his own attack.

(Chain mail goes all the way to your Knee's lol....So just a really hard hit...)

As Sareion finished his swing something hit him in the bad. The Attack hurt sareion from the powerful blow. But luckly didn't peirce his chain mail. Sareion flipped around quickly to see Tithdaeron or was it the better known Morte? Holy flames were crawling up his arm and his was obviously grunting in pain.

The flames burnt up his arm until he some how took control of the flame; trying to force it back on Sareion. He let off a small laugh as the flames touched his skin and disappared. "Nice try bud, But holy flames wont burn me...I am an Arch-Angel. Anyway the sword wont hurt its owner." Sareion grinned and swung his fist up giveing it extra power trying to hit him in the face. Bring his sword up with the other hand to slash him. (Left hand first (Punch) then Right hand follows it up with the swing)

((LOL, I was afraid of that.))

Tithdaeron simply raised an eyebrow at how the ball of flame harmlessly dissapated when it collided with Saerion, as if it had been a puffy snowball that a child had just thrown at him. However, he was quite pleased with the hit he made and Saerions back and could tell that he felt it well. "If my blade shall not harm you, I suppose I shall just roast you in that grill you wear! Ha ha ha!" replied Tithdaeron, using his agility and reflexes to nimbly avoid the punch by cocking his head quickly to one side, and then blocking Saerion's sword with his scimitar.

The holy flame on the sword made his flesh crawl still, and struck Tithdaeron with an odd creeping feeling. No doubt its this vampire flesh I am wearing. Why couldnt it be a vampire that got turned to angel flesh somehow? he thought to himself, struggling slightly under the power of that sword he held. A normal strike from that would no doubt cause immense damage, and Tithdaeron had no wishes of the fight ending this soon, not when he had the advantage of all these shadows and trees.

Meanwhile, the Bloodstone necklace dangling from his neck activated, sensing the burnt flesh on his bare arm and shoulder. A dark energy ran through his body, concentrating on the arm and small whisps could be seen emenating as the burnt skin and flesh fell off gradually and were replaced with new skin and flesh.

(Lol, Its all cool. Chain mail just keeps me from getting cut and loseing limbs.. Pain is still there though! lol...Thats like getting hit with a baseball bat in the back..70 pound scimitars hurt lol.)

Sareion was fierce in battle. He hated it, but yet loved it so much. To him it was a way to prove himself. Sareion fought with great focus; and yet he kept calm the entire time. Some people thought of him as being the perfect fighter. Well others would call him the worse. Some say because he didn't tap into his hate, his fears. He didn't use emotion. Others just say he fights for the right reasons...no one really knows. Sareion would fight this battle the same as all the rest. No emotion, he knew he was fighting a freind and didn't wish to hurt him. But Sareion didn't go easy on anyone. Sareion was surprised that one could act so quickly as Tithdaeron. He truely hadn't had a fight this good in a long time.

Sareion Jumpted back takeing his sword out of the blade lock and bouched back forward on his toes. He used the added speed to get an extra spring attack. Sareion Set the blade aginst his forearm to give it an extra push for acurracy and damage. He swung his blade forward giveing great concentration to his target swinging his blade horazonaly acrost his stomach. (Blade is against left arm, Swinging it Left ------ To right) He then followed it up with a concentrated elbow strike to his face. (After the blade left his forearm, His fist curved in and the elbow continued up :D)

Tithdaeron wanted to step back and get out of reach of Saerion's lunge, but he knew better as he had tried to follow up with a physical strike with the last manuver as well. He had barely avoided losing a few teeth, and being a vampire, every last one was precious despite how fast they grew back in. "I see you manuver, and raise you." he jested, utterley insane being that he decided to make the move he did next.

Using his gymnastic ability and his wings to aid him, Tithdaeron leaped into the air over Saerion, twisted and flipped, and then landed behind him in a three point stance. Two legs and one hand on the ground. Since his scimitar was only good for inflicting pain at this moment, he opted for the cooking option.

Tithdaeron sheathed his scimitar, reached around Saerion's neck with one hand and pulled back as hard as he could muster, and then put his ringed hand (the left one) against his back. He had done this twice before, but something made him stop. Something told him to give him a chance. Even so, he ignited his hand in flame and went to press it against his back.

If he was succesful, Tithdaeron would be able to bargain for Saerion's surrender. And if not, in his current insanity, he would have no problem cooking him and perhaps eating him later.

Sareion watched as Tithdaeron fliped over him. He tryed to take a step forward and spin around but before he knew it Tithdareon had a steady hold on his neck. Ha, Clever one... Sareion was amussed, not only was he a good fighter. But a smart one. In an attempt to get away he ramed his left elbow back and shifted in tithdareons grip.

He then swung his sword back in hopes the flame would catch hold of him. But as much as sareion tried, he couldn't escape the flame. It hit his back trying to catch hold of something. but luckly his cloak was hung to the left. He ramed back with his left foot then kicked off with his right flapping his powerful wings in an attempt to get away.

"Ack!" managed Tithdaeron as the elbow drove into his side. It buried deep and a rib somehow snapped. It moved gradually, and his breaths came hard. Even still, Tithdaeron held on desperately to Saerions neck. The flame in his other hand had now grown and ignited not only the back of Saerion, but had now caught the grass below on fire as well. The flames spread around then, and Tithdaeron wriggled to the left to avoid Saerion's Angelic Sword as it swung around next to his face, threatening to cut his nose off or worse.

Titdaeron grunted against Saerion, trying his best to hold him to the earth and keep him in the flames. Soon, Tithdaeron himself started to catch fire and the pain conqured that in his chest. Then, when Saerion started to flap his wings in an attempt to fly away Tithdaeron held closer to him. "Foulturkey!" he muttered as his face was smothered by the wings.

They both started to lift off of the ground slightly, away from the firestorm that Tithdaeron had created. Resisting him even more, Tithdaerion to used his wings to combat Saerion's own, pushing them back towards the ground. He nearly lost his grip, and then grabbed onto the quickly heating chainmail to prevent from losing it entirely.

"I will not let you escape!" he yelled next to Saerion's face, and then in a fit of rage ignited his entire body with the Cloak of Flame. The previously dangerous fires were now his ally, and did not harm his body any longer. However, the story would be much different for Saerion.

(all of the jumping around is to make your character lose girp. And considering that i have an about an extra 200 pounds of armor/weapons on. I doubt he could hold on. Chain mail rufly 120 pounds, sword around 50-70 pounds. so your holding about 400 pounds if you doo...which would most likely dislocate his arm.)


Sareion grunted his teeth in pain. Uh, I have to think of something fast. he chuckled slightly. Yes, that would dislocate his arm if he held on. Perfect. Sareion in a quick moved stoped flapping his wings droping to the ground. He then imideatly julted back up and started flapping his wings again. Then he proceeded to do a backflip.

Throwing his thick elven cloak over his back, to put the fire out. He grabbed his back in pain form the burning flame. Uh, I'll have to watch for that one next time. Sareion smiled and looked down at tithdaeron. "Nice try bud, Luckly for me though. I have my elven cloak."

Sareion then grinned and pointed his sword at Tithdaeron. "As for you, your final judgement is about to begin." He laughed once more pulling his blade up, griping it with both hands. "I wish you the best. But your cloak can't protect you from this attack."

He then flew forward past Tithdareon going as fast as he could, throwing his cloak completely over his body as he passed. Makeing him completely invisible. He spun around quickly and stoped flapping his wings. He then dived down at Tithdaeron Slashing at his back. (Upper left shoulder ----- to lower rght hip.)

Realzing the truth in what Saerion had said, Tithdaeron only now began to notice the growing gap between his shoulder bone and his arm. Before he could let go, a strange pop sounded out the injury. His arm went limp and he could no longer hold on. Letting gravity take him, Tithdaeron landed on the ground. A sick pain ripped through him and made him want to vomit. It was no doubt the shoulder. Once again, though, the Bloodstone Amulet started its work and he felt his arm slowly being moved back into place.

It would take several minutes to heal, but at the time Tithdaeron did not have the ability to pop it back in himself. Growling against the pain, Tithdaeron saw Saerion blow past, still partially on fire, and then the fire went out. So did Saerion. That accursed cloak of his must be an elven one... he thought, still looking around helplessly while clutching his arm.

Then, the smell of burnt flesh came strong to him and Tithdaeron immediatly hit the floor. Landing on his chest, the air got knocked out of him again and he let out a slightly muffled "Oof!". A breeze passed over him, and Tithdaeron quickly got angry. This was now the second time he was forced to fight a foe using his scent, rather than sight. It was awfully frustrating. "Now who is the hiding coward!? Eh!? he shouted. Tithdaeron drew his scimitar and held it in his left hand, waiting for the scent to come clear enough to guess Saerion's location.

Sareion smiled "Coward? I am no coward. I was merly protecting myself from getting burnt once agian." Sareion threw the cloak over his left shoulder revealing himself. "I fight fire for fire, trick for trick. There is no coward there, I do recall you going invisible to get behind me." Sareion smiled a bit trying to hide the pain from the burns on his back. He grabbed his sword in both hands standing in a defensive stance.

"Your move. I do say make it a wise one." Sareion then stepped forward two paces. "You should know, I shall fight you no diffrenet then I have fought others. I shall show no mercy. Freind, or foe. I still must fight you. As you have already shown me, you are no man. You are a beast who fights with no restraint. I may show no mercy, but I would not be as quick to roast my freinds. For freinds are all you have in this world. And I will not die as easly as most." Sareion grunted his teeth in pain, then smiled slightly. "With that in mind make you next move."

Tithdaeron listened as he stood their casualy, his bloodstone amulet running dark healing energy through his arm and slowly pulling it up. With an obnoxious pop, the arm was now back in place with a renewed pain. It was tolerable howeve, as this pain seemed somwhat releiving. Tithdaeron swung his arm in slow, wide circles to get the circulation back and re-stretch his muscles. "You speak more truth than you know, Saerion. A truly insane and chaotic peson such as myself would have no qualms about cooking a freind. Dont fret! If you die I will put you to good use! In my stomach. Ha ha ha ha!" he replied after a few moments.

No doubt that would anger Saerion greatly, which was partly Tithdaeron's aim. If he got Saerion angry enough, he probably would not think as clearly or act as rationaly. Besides, was it not in the nature of a vampire to be somewhat evil and uncaring? It was easily displaced by his half-angel leaning towards healing people. If Saerion did not die, Tithdaeron would certainly heal him rather than eat him.

"Very well." he stated, and then drew his scimitar. Tithdaeron created a spark, and using his flame dance ring expanded and added power to it. He directed the flame to encase his scimitar, making it a crude but effective imitation of a fire scimitar. Then, he outstretched his hands to the remaining flames on the ground and weilded them in his left hand as well. The flames surrounded his fist. Just to add to the chatoic, if not already damaging enough appearance and qualities of himself, Tithdaeron cloaked himself in flames.

The roaring heat enveloped him and burnt the ground below him to a crisp, charring even the dirt itself. Without saying anything else, Tithdaeron launchd towards Saerion using his wings to get extra power and speed. Flying just above the ground, he left a trail of flames and smoke. Tithdaeron raised his scimitar, and then came down for the strike on Saerions chest.

(Sorry for such a short post. In a hury.)

[QUOTE]"You speak more truth than you know, Saerion. A truly insane and chaotic peson such as myself would have no qualms about cooking a freind. Dont fret! If you die I will put you to good use! In my stomach. Ha ha ha ha!" [/QUOTE]

Sareion smiled thinking to himself. Thats not exactly what I wanted but it will do. He smirked and his eyes gleemed staring into Mortes soul. "Ha, if anyone dies you will be amoung them. I do not die easly as many opponets have found earlyer." Sareion smiled then grunted his teeth. He bent over slightly in pain from the burns but quickly pulled himself back together for the fight.

[QUOTE"Very well." he stated, and then drew his scimitar.[/QUOTE]

"Indeed, let this continue. I can't lose. I have something to fight for." Sareion smiled as Morte covered himself in flames, leeping forward. Sareion quickly useing his left wing and jumping to throw himself out of Mortes path. He Quickly brought his sword around to swing at Mortes back before he hit the ground from his hastely actions. Grr, that bastard and his flames. Just if I could tap into Dark regeneration. (Hes flying through the air. Sidways that is diagnaily past your character. Swinging with his left.)

Tithdaeron flapped his wings hard, forcing him to he ground. He crouched as quickly as possible, and Saerion's blade swung just over his wings. Unfourtunetly, the cloak of flame had not yet spread to his wings and so the holy flames from Saerion's angelic sword ignited them. "Raaah! Accursed vampire body! Why couldnt he turn back to a half-angel?" he shouted in pain, quickly pulling the flames off of his wings using the Flame Dance ring. Tithdaeron threw them off in a random direction with a despised and hated motion.

Quickly getting to his full height again, Tithdaeron saw Saerion on the ground. A perfect opprotunity. Wasting no time reveling in his soon victory, Tithdaeron came upon Saerion and stood just above him on the ground. Using Create Spark and his ring, he threatened to blow off his sword arm with a rather large fireball, and put his scimitar close to his neck. The metal on Saerion's body quikly turned dark red, and then started to grow pink. The white hotness was still a ways from the vital organs however.

"Surrender, or I will have to kill you." Tithdaeron said, in a plain, non-maniacal, serious tone. There was something inside him that desperately wanted Saerion to continue living, but was willing to kill him if it became necesary.

(Sorry if I Misspelled anything, extremely tierd. Lack of sleep. lol)

Sareion laughed "You haven't won yet." Sareion swung his sword up trying to cut Mortes arm. and swiftly rolled from under the blade following his sword. He then rolled back on his shoulders and threw himself up. (He swung his blade and rolled out useing the weight of his sword to give him ann extra pull.) He smirked "Just because your holding a 70 pound scimitar over my head doesn't mean your fast enough to use it."

Sareion smiled then laughed slightly, berly noticeing his super heated armor. (The padding is protecting the skin. Last spot was burnt through lol, and ripped by scimitar) Sareion then took a few steps back put his sword up in a defensive stance, yet agian concentrating on his opponnet. "Make another move, my poor fiend." Sareion was starting to get a bit fitigued from throwing his body around everywere but he was sure he could keep it up. At least longer then Morte.

Tithdaeron, who was now throuighly sickened at how long this fight had been going on, simply sat down. The grass and other varied foilage below him, which had previously been singed, now burst into a ring of fire around him. Fueled by the heat and flames coming from the core of his body and the cloak of flame, the ring slowly spread out through the area of the forest. "It seems I have lost interest in this fight. Perhaps I shall just set the forest ablaze..." sighed Tithdaeron, not really worried at all what would happen to these woods. In his insane and chaotic state, the only things that truly worried him were his own well being and survival.

Both were assured by his recently found niche with fire. He wondered if perhaps due to his chaotic qualities it was possible to wield water and wind, or earth as well. Tithdaeron entertained these notions, as he raised his hand to the sky. A fireball shot out, and hurtled towards space. When it reached its apex high above the treetops, it burst into thousands of smaller fireballs which landed all over the forest setting different parts ablaze. The heat inside was now growing extremely intense, although it did not matter to Tithdaeron one bit due to the Cloak of Flame that protected him from it, and his ability to wield the fire in such a way that it would not harm him to greatly.

Almost mocking Saerion, Tithdaeron proceeded to whistle a light tune. The malancholy notes seemed to illustrate the inferno well. Trees all over were engulfed in flames, and various smaller fireballs were hitting the empty areas were no trees were present.

(If you've ever seeen Starwars Ep III he's yelling like Anakin (Darth Vader) was towards the end.)

In a quick attempt to keep the flames away sareion dug his hands and feet into the ground and flapped his wings vicously, throwing up a gust of wind. The flames hulted infront of him. Due to the strong winds, yet they weren't strong enought to blow the fire out. "You fool!! You'll burn us all to a crisp. Animals, people, everything!" Sareion was over comed with rage, he yelled louder each time. Getting more ferce, and harsh.

"How dare you! You'd be lucky if the goddess didn't come to stop you herself. I love this forest, this is my HOME!" His eyes lit up bright red. He stood up, release his grip from the ground. He pointed his sword at Morte, and his eyes teared up. Sareion was deeply inraged, as you could see by the expressions on his face. His eyes peering deeply and eyebrows slanted in, with a frown. "You, you MONSTER! Time to die."

Sareion cared not anymore of his own bodly harm, but of others. Of the people that would die if this forest was to be set a' blaze. Sareion droped his cloak and other iteams that could easly catch fire and lept into it. His Greaves quickly lit up bright red. But Sareion could berly notice any pain. For he double wrapped his feat in padding. Sareion slammed his sword down at Morte as fast and strong as he could. Vicously waveing it about. (He swung it down then back then at angles from every direction. Each starting from the top, or sides. So like 5 attacks)

"... I love this forest, this is my HOME!"

Tithdaeron had not known that previously. And why was Saerion calling him Morte all the time anyway? It was getting slightly annoying. Tithdaeron no longer cared. He should have surrendered and this whole thing would have been prevented. He cared not for the lives lost, not for the forest burned. He only whistled his slightly sorrowful tune, as if it told the story of his life. Tithdaeron said nothing, and resolved not to move or speak until he heard "You, you MONSTER! Time to die."

It was as if he had been cued onto the stage of the conflagration. The heat was now intense, and Tithdaeron knew he only had to outlast Saerion. It would not be long, and if Tithdaeron died as well, who cared? He would fulfill his bloodlust just as easily in hell, where he would be able to torture countless vamp hunters. Tithdaeron rose nearly immediatly, when Saerion came upon him to strike. Now was the time he had waited for, when Saerion would lose his control and make eft manuvers. Now owuld be the time that he tapped into his vampire abilities, his reflexes and senses that kept him alive against all odds. Or was he even technically alive?

Tithdaeron side stepped the first slash, then blocked the second and third with his scimitar. The fourth slash he attempted to sidestep as well, but it instead clipped his right wing. It was slightly painful, but would be healed with time as Tithdaron had resolved so. On the fifth strike, Tithdaeron met Saerion blade for blade, and pushed back on him. The holy flames started to burn his arm, but he grinned against the strangely pleasing pain. "You have one last chance to surrender, before I leave you here to die or worse." said Tithdaeron.

Sareions glared at Tithdaeron, or the one who was currently in controll Morte. His eyes were as bright as Fire, and just as fearce too. "NEVER! I shall never give up. Giveing up is for losers! I would rather die then to give up on a cause. And if it leads there I shall surely give my life to save others!" He pushed with all his strength with his sword. Then kicked with his foot. All this time, even though he was mad, Sareion strangely kept his mind in check. Somehow he was abile to keep his thoughts all together, a perfect combination.

"Only one who truely knows they have lost, would give up! I, I never give up!" His breath beating comeing in and out fast, but he quickly caught ahold of his breath again.