Tilorn struggled through the undergrowth of the rain forest. He figured he would go a little way on foot and fly the rest. Well now up to his neck in vines and creapers he was well and truly grounded. There was no way he could take off here. Now he was trapped by the mass of the jungled and forced to endure its pestalance like a common human. He growled. Things did not look so good. He had faught with alba which could be a step up. He was not sure if he had done enough. He was not powerfull enough he needed more. More spells. More weapons, something to which he could smite down those zelots who tried to stop him.

He forced his way through the jungle, the more he chopped with his elven saber the angryer he became. During a swing it stuck fast in the truck of a huge tree. He raged he pulled down and the blade shattered. Shards of splitered metal falling about the tree roots. He punched the tree. Sap began to ooze from the dent. He kept going, now with no weapon he had nothing to cut the vines and he was pushing through, ripping the vines with his hands.

Up ahead a clearing broke the constant line of trees. He headed for it. Finaly some where to take off. He pushed into the clearing and stood in one of the few times when the sun was shinning. Now he could get out of this wreched place. Something glinted in the sun. In the center of the patch of totaly bare ground a sword stood. Its blade stabbed into the earth. He smilled things where looking up. He walked over and grasped it with a hand and drew out the large blade. It vibrated in his hand. From the tip three dark snake like ropes of pure dark mana erupted. They twisted in the air. Rising up quickly. Heading for open sky but something braught them back. They turned in the air. Spiraling down they hit tilorn in turn one after the other. Each falling like a hammer blow on his chest. He fell to his knees grasping the sword in both hands. He felt the dark mana pulse through him. This evil must have stopped the forest from growing here.

Now he had his power. He could feel it running through his veins but that was not all. Something else. The sword in his grasp held a darkness he had only ever felt once before. It raideted power. It thirst for blood. His slid his palm along its razors edge. His own blood feeding it. Yes now it had a master. Tilorn would master this blade and use it for his own coruption. He rose to his feet. Some one was across the clearing. He looked on and waited. Had he seen? Was it his sword? He would have to wait and see.

Zenith had been training within the Taurerosa Rainforest for almost a week now. The fact that Alba had once again come back to life meant that Zenith had to become even more powerfull than before. He had to destroy his brother once and for all so that he would not be able to come back at all. He had been training his sword skills as well as mastering a few of his spells. Zenith Meria was now ready to battle his brother once more, and any other evil that stood in his way.

The Rainforest was somewhat dark at the place Zenith was at, he had passed a clearing with an evil blade in it but still Zenith had not touched the blade, not wanting to corupt his own pure holy soul. Zenith had come here alone when his training had started, his Cerberus, Plasma Dragon, Falcon and also his panther. The spells Zenith had been learning how to master was the few Chaos spells he knew, the only reason for learning them in the first place was also to prove that being with pure souls can handle chaotic power without becoming evil themselves.

It was then that Zenith heard the sound of the large blade being pulled out. This was not a good thing, the angel had to stop the one that had drawn out the blade. They would only use if for Chaotic reasons, so in order to help the side of light Zenith would face this new person in combat and he would not take it easy on this... this, fallen angel of all things.

Slowly Zenith walked fully out towards the fallen angel and said, "You. You have taken a powerfull blade of darkness, I will not let you cause destruction upon Arda. You will not leave here unharmed, Now your work shall be put the test against me. Zenith Meria, A Divine Protector and Keeper of the Sacred Deed. It is my duty to save the light within Arda, and I shall not let you ruin the work I have done so far." It was only then that the sight of Zenith could been seen in full.

In his left and right hand was gripped a powerfull blade. In the right was a Holy Blade now known as Salvation while in his left was a Blade of Balance known as Judgement. However these were not the only tools the Keeper had. Strapped to his left leg was a dagger made from the tooth of Ita the Goddess of Chaos while on his right leg was strapped his Shadow Dagger. Zenith also wore a full set of Resplendent Armour, including the cloak. Laying under the cloak was the Resplendent Tower shield stapped to Zeniths back and inder that was his Resplendent Countering Longsword. It was clear Zenith was skilled in close combat, but this fallen angel had no idea of Zeniths skills at spell casting. The battle was about to begin.

He tapped the blade on the floor, his eyes flicking up to zenith then back to the blade. He could see it was evil that was why he was attacking. Tilorn could easly fly out could he not? It would be a simple way of assuring he lived to hone his new found power. But why not do it here? Here would be perfect and the sword thirst for blood was insatable. He felt it fill him with a bloodlust he had only ever felt once before. It was envigorating, empowering. He felt it coursing through his veins, like a fire burning always.

He lowered his head. Felling the new darkness wash over him like a wave of coruption. He looked back up. Now a fire was in his eyes. Burning away the last of the angel inside him. Now he had been cleansed by the fires of evil. The blood still flowing freely from his hand. Now it changed. It burned. Falling liquide fire. It splashed on the floor. A burning pool of now black blood. It flowed from him like oil. He smilled wickedly.

His wings spread outwards. Poor imitations of the beutifull white ones before them. Now blacked and twisted. Crimson bloodlines running over its jagged surface. He held his arms aloft. Fire curled upwards with every breath. It spread from his nostrils and his mouth. Great balls of flame, like a tounge licking up to the sky. Ready to scar all it touched.

"ask your self this angel? Have you ever wavered? Because you know and i know no one is perfect. It will only be a mater of time before your taint finds you. He raised the sword in both hands, and charged. Ready now to acept what ever happend to him. All that drove him was a lust so great, so insatable that he would not rest till his sword tasted the bitter sweet taste of battle.

He slashed his sword in the air. A pointless action untill it crackled with black energy and it discharged a bolt of pure dark mana. Flying straight at true for Zenith.

So this fallen angel had now been, from what Zenith could see, taken over by the darkness and evil of this blade. The young angel stood his ground, a small smirk forming from under his helm as Tilron shot a blast or mana from his blade. He had of course just cast a spell through the blade, yet it was still a nice trick to learn for battles. As the blast came towards Zenith the angel quickly moved to his right doging the attack as the bolt of dark mana crashed into the ground where Zenith had once been standing.

The angel then tightened his grip on his blades and looked towards Tilorn once more thinking of what his next should be for this battle, or rather his first attack in this battle. Mutting a single word under his breath Zenith cast one of his many spells, yet one of the most usefull. He had just cast his Blur spell that would make his movements hard to follow for a little while within this battle of good and evil.

Before moving the young angel quickly cast another one of his spells, this time the spell cast was Chain Binding, by casting this spell large and thick chains shot out from the ground around Tilorn heading stright for the fallen angel. If that attack was to go through then Zenith would have the fallen angel trapped atleast for a few moments. With this distraction in play Zenith then jumped up and used his ability to Teleport once more.

He appeared above the form of Tilorn with his Holy Blade, Salvation, pointed down towards the fallen angel as the chains headed for him with great haste. To try and ensure the captured of this beast Zenith fired out two blasts of pure Holy Energy from his Holy Blade. Both blasts headed right for the back of Tilorn, or more so, towards the figures large wings. Zenith wanted to make sure this fallen angel was not able to run from him in this battle, from the air anyway.

Tilorns blood lust wained as he watched the angels plan unfold. He held his sword aloft ready to strike down Zenith once he reached him. He may have dodged the everation spell but he had more, much more. He struggled to focus on the damned angel, he must have cast something he couldnt tell what. He growled to himself. Still no matter. Then everything changed. He watched in horror as chains sprang out sailing for his limbs. He jumped half way through his run trying to avoid them.

However one of the chains latched around his ankle, it sent him crashing to the floor. He roared in anger but his rage would not last. The angel apeared above him. Holding a blade with more power than his own above him. If he was going to escape he would have to be fast. The holy mana shot down from above. The first missing but the second struck true on his thigh. He called out in pain. It burned but at the same time numbed his leg. He would have to push the pain out of his mind if he was to sucsesfully escape this chain. He rolled slightly as the angel fell blade down. The blade struck the link that first met his skin. It shattered but the blade kept going. He felt it bite into his skin. It shattered the bony shards that covered his body and he felt its holy energy meet his firery blood.

He may have been pretty badly damaged from that attack but the angel was close now, it was perfect. He shouted the spell at the top of his voice as though he was calling a familer. "desecrate!" He was close now. The closer the target, the more damage the spell would cause. It was time for him to start to bleed slowly to death, atleast for a few hours anyway. He grinned, this keeper was powerfull, more powerfull than him he knew. But all was not lost. He took a breath and fire flaired from his mouth in a spout of flames he aimed upwards from his prone possition. He would have to move soon though. Down here the angel would tear him apart.

Zenith looked on as his attacks hurt the figure of Tilorn, this battle was going well for the angel so far. A small smirk still across his lips from under his helm. It was then that Zenith started to fly down to where Tilorn was, his Holy Blade at the ready, and a plan within his mind as he did so. He watched on as Tilorn cast his desecrate spell upon him, Zenith had managed to cancel the spell out with his dispell magic, yet the spell had taken some effect upon the angel, with blood dripping from his mouth. The only good thing was that it was nothing Zenith could not handle atleast.

He continued to head down towards the Fallen Angel and then suddently Tilorn blasted a stream of flames from his mouth. Seeing this Zenith summoned his shield into his free hand and held it infront of him, the flames crashing into the shield and pushing Zenith a little higher into the air once more. The angel narrowed his eyes somewhat, getting a little mad from this angels tricks. Then suddently Zenith was gone once more, he had used his teleport spell.

He once again appeared on the ground near Tilorn as the breath of fire flew into the space that Zenith had once filled in the air above. His shield was now back upon his back and his Holy Blade held tight within his right hand. Zenith knew what he had to do. The Arch Angel had to stop messing around in this battle and use his true power. With this in mind Zenith started at a run towards Tilorn, who was only about fifty yards from Zenith. His speed then began to increase as he drew closer, Zenith was ready to use one of his most powerfull spells now. Jumping into the air once nearing Tilorn, Zenith slowly fell back down, his blade in such a way as to try and rip through the flesh of Tilorn upon landing. But of course this was only a distraction for Zenith to use his spell.

Thats when the spell was cast, a large bolt of powerful holy fire came down from the sky. Zenith had cast his Purge spell upon Tilorn. If this spell was to work then by hitting the ground it would crack and break the ground where it makes contact with. Usualy the force of the explosion made by this spell not only damages opponents within a five foot radius, but it also knocks them off their feet and backward two yards or so. This would, with luck, prove a very good spell against the Fallen Angel. The best thing about the spell was, all people of good alignment caught in the blast zone would not take any damage. It was now time to see how Tilorn was going to dodge this attack.

Tilorn snarlled as his flames contacted with zeniths sheild and then the clear sky. This angels power was too great, with out the blades power fulling him he would be dead by now. The blade was keeping him alive, if not moulding him to its will but that didnt matter, all that mattered now was the fight. His eyes searched the sky for Zenith then the earth, he spotted him, charging blade in hand. Well he had his own blade, with power in abundance. He turned on the ground, it was the only action he could make his leg was still numbed and burning at the same time. He grasped his blade, on hand on the hilt the other on the blade itself. As the angel fell onto him the two blades contacted, sparks of good and evil alike sprang from the contact, he gritted his teath, blood dripping down from his palm, catching fire in the air and spitting fire as it hit the floor. He wasnt so tough.

It was then that he looked up at the sounds above him. Watching the judgment of flames spinning earthward to meet him. He closed his eyes as the vengance enclosed him. His scream rose, high pitched and terrifing but it died in his throght, gargling insted from blood. Rising up from froth corupted lungs. He shook as the fire stripped skin from bone and fused his nervs. His scream called out once more, the pain was to much, to far he fell into unconsuseness as the earth benither him cracked and the fire raged. It was over, he was through, there was nothing he could do now. It was the most excurshiating pain of his life. The thoughts of failer driffed around his brain benith the calls of pain and agony. His face contorted like a devil sick of sin. His hand grasped the hilt as his blood poured from the wounds openning up all over his body, atleast this flame that now mingled with that of the holys. Atleast this flame would hurt zenith and not him but it mattered not he had lost.

As the flame passed he lay there, smoke rising from his chared body. His eyes opend and he coughed black ateriale blood from his lips. It clung to his face and rolled down his eyes writhing in agony. His other had clasped around his sword and something whispered to him in his mind. He coughed again and more blood splattered over himself. It did not flame, his power had wained. But something else whispered. His eyes flickered back once more, this time it was not him speaking but the sword through him. "bone breaker" It would snap his thigh bone in two, it was not a killing move but anything to give a fraction of the pain he felt to this angel was worth it. He did not see if it had work, his eyes writhed once more and he fell back into unconsuse rest. His hands a death grip on his weapon.

Zenith could only look on as his spell took effect, he slowly backed away and out of the flames as Tilorn was seen in great pain. This had been the first time Zenith had used his purge spell. The movements of Tilorn become a little hard to see as the flames consumed the area infront of Zenith, the angel kept his grip around his blades as he still looked on. Zenith then seen Tilorn move again and this time say something, the fallen angel had just cast another spell and Zenith had not been ready for it for once.

Zenith gritted his teeth as he felt his tight bone break, this making him fall to the ground, yet the young angel still would not let himself yell out in pain. He would not show a weakness to Tilorn. Luckily for Zenith he would be able to heal the wound soon, but for the now the pain running through his was indead great. The angel however was not going to give up, with great pain he managed to once more get to his feet, his right leg of course looking somewhat out of place. Zenith then said "I will not let you beat me this way. To be beaten by a Fallen Angel, one who could not handle a pure soul. One such as you, I WILL NOT LET IT HAPPEN EVER!!" After finishing this Zenith looked into the sky for a second then back down to Tilorn, in that brief second Zenith had cast a spell.

The spell cast this time by the arch angel was Falling Stars, by casting this Zenith made bright, sparkling stars rain down from the sky and head towards Tilorn. If this attack was to go through then Tilorn it would cause powerful light and celestial damage to the fallen angel. He would not forget this day! And Zenith wanted to make sure Tilorn would also not forget the mistake he made by being made a Fallen Angel.

He curled up when the first star shot at him it was a naturel reaction, he was flinching to protect himself but it was not helping. It felt like some one was kicking him after every impact. His nerves where already shot. He was in all a wreck. His back was taking most of the hits from Zeniths new attack it seemed unlikly that he was to get out alive. His body tensed up. His head snapped back his eyes opend Tilorn felt something rise up in him, a stirring in his soul. Something was pushing him on, upwards. He rolled up onto his knees only to be knocked back down by a star.

He used the sword to steady himself this time and he finaly managed to get back up onto his feet. The attack had stopped. He swayed slightly as new forces took over. He roared and charged at Zenith. He raised the destiny breaker hight above his head. Then to the side, its blade's edge catching the light from the setting sun.
He braught it down in a massive swipe across his body, aiming to cut into Zeniths shoulder. Tilorn had a feeling that the darkpowers in the blade be more than happy to inflict damage upon this angel.

He fell to his knees once again. Every movement was an efort now. He did not look to see if any damage had been caused. His raised a shaking hand and a black bolt of energy shimmered into existence then shot at zenith's chest. There was no way he would win, but pain was weakness leaving the body, he would be a hell of a lot stronger after this.