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As the group continued through the temple, Craig guided the way, making his way to the front of the group, as Roog, Rahal, and the other soldiers took up the rear, some carrying injured friends as those who weren't took up the defensive in the last rows of soldiers, still battling off those who pursued them into the temple corridors. Sylam darted through the group, Eevee alongside him as he caught up to Brayden and the others. Sheathing two thin scimitars alongside his hips, Sylam joined alongside the group.

"Is everyone alright?" he asked worriedly, glancing to Kaya as he caught his breath. Sylam for the most part, seemed to be alright, although he sported a few cuts and gashes from the enemy. His left arm was bleeding slightly, although it didn't look too serious. It could afford some procrastination on attention.

Craig led the group up to the second floor and beyond, until the group met the trapdoor that would lead to the roof of the temple. At this point, Craig nodded, motioning them forward, before retreating to the rear guard to help his men.

"What makes you so sure you'll be able to stop me?" Valsindar challenged, hefting the completed blade in front of him easily.

"It whispers to me even now, you know?" he smirked, "It tells me how it would like to kill you, all the many ways I can slice you to pieces."

"You monster..." Sylam muttered shakily from beside Artemis, who was still weakly gasping for breath.

"But you know what it whispers of even more than that?" Valsindar continued on, unabated. "It hisses that there's another piece of itself, among the lot of you, it can feel it, and it wants to merge with it. Even though it is complete, it still thirsts for more power, the kind only found in itself."

"The thought confused me at first, since this is the complete blade in its entirety. But, perhaps, there's a way for more pieces to exist?" he sneered.

"Perhaps there are ways to move between different times..."

"So, you don't have much choice in the matter. Give up the piece now, or die now. Although," he sneered, "You're probably going to die anyway."

Sylam charged forward, blades appearing in his hands as he rolled the scimitars over with a snap of his wrists.

But the enchanted blade...

Valsindar countered by jamming the powerful sword hard into the hilt of Sylam's scimitar, the impossibly sharp blade cut in, catching a hold that halted Sylam's move. Valsindar pressed forward, keeping total balance, as he shifted his weight, taking Sylam's blade along, the metal sending sparks as it grated together.

Sylam winced, daring a glance back to the others, shouting out, "You must get out of here, now!" before turning his attention back to Valsindar, reversing suddenly bringing his opposing hand up instead of forward (which would have left him lunging and open for attack). He brought his stance out wide, disengaging the wicked blade from the hilt of his own sword, a deep gash running along its crosspiece.

"You must find a way to get out of here!" he called again. "Take the piece and run!"

"There is no escape," Valsindar sneered, bursting forward in a sudden flurry of attacks that had the lesser-experienced Sylam hard on the defensive, which wasn't too good considering each time the evil blade crossed with one of Sylam's own, he winced, fearing the sword to cut right through.

{{This might take too long to explain in rp, but here's the basics about the sword (to avoid a three page description XD).
~Incredibly sharp- can slice through most anything with enough force put behind it. Metal and stone are the limits though, but it can still accomplish this with a little effort.
~Ties the abilities of each legendary associated with it in the form of an ability. They are, as follows:
----Orb in the center of hilt- Mew (pink)- Allows for the brief (2-3 seconds) shield of psychic energy
----Hilt- Lugia (white)- Allows the user to fly for short bursts of time, sprouting white wings made of psychic energy.
----Guard- Heatran (silver & red)- Defensive ability only, the guard of the sword grows in size, allowing for more blocking potential. However, this uses the metal of the blade to do so, causing a shorter range for attacks.
----Cutting edge of blade- Kyogre (blue)- Brief control of surrounding water, both offense and defense
----Opposing edge of blade- Groudon (red)- Side of the blade used for blocking, allows for control of surrounding stone for a brief moment of time for defensive purposes. The sword controls this, however, not the wielder.

2 abilities can be used back to back, but there is a brief moment to "recharge" if you will following this, in which the sword is unable to use another ability (although its sharpness remains).

And the sword, under certain circumstances, can control the user. During this time, incredible strength and stamina is available, however, it has a price...

And each piece of the blade holds the ability associated with it (meaning the piece Kaya has can use the ability of Kyogre for a short amount of time).}}

The Skarmory screeched, a horrible, grating sound that sent several loose tiles from the temple roof skittering to their demise to the sands below. There was still a pounding from beneath the trapdoor the large metal bird was currently perched on, however, after a moment, the bird stumbled off in a daze.

Valsindar sneered, charging forward to meet Kaya's attack head on. The sword in his grip pulsed with life, flashing a multitude of colors corresponding with the technique it was using.

To Weiser's Hypnosis, the blade flashed a faint white, which, in a flash, had teleported both the blade and its wielder atop one of the spires that dotted the temple roof. The out-of-place white wings vanished, as Valsindar landed atop the tiles, laughing.

"My, you certainly are feisty now, aren't you. Not like a few minutes before, anyway. I don't think I'll have to tell you by now," he continued, evoking a second property of the blade, "That this blade holds certain... abilities," as Saron's Thunder Wave blasted towards him, the blade pulsed a deep crimson, that flared under the surface as if molten. The very stones of the temple's roof contorted, melding to the blade's will, arcing in a stony shield that effectively grounded the lightning.

'Let me take over for a bit...' came the voice in his mind, and Valsindar considered it for a moment, before nodding to himself, although the others present weren't able to hear the "voice" of the blade.

Two attacks effectively routed, Valsindar leaped from the crumbling stone of his former shield, sliding along the tiles of the roof, smirk ever-present as he met the Aura Sphere head on.

'The moment you show uncertainty is the moment of death...' came the ever-present voice.

Armor cracked and a curse let fly from his lips as Kiss' attack struck home, followed by Kaya's Shadow Balls. His eyes flashed angrily, summoning Tarath to attack, but the Skarmory was still confused, and was too preoccupied by looking at the stars.

"No, I can't let..."

'Let me take over for a bit...' came the voice in his mind, and Valsindar considered it for a moment, before nodding to himself, although the others present weren't able to hear the "voice" of the blade. As the Fire Spin circled maliciously, causing his own armor to sizzle and burn his skin from the heat of the metal, and as Tarath screamed his protest to the flames that he didn't notice until now, Valsindar straightened, taking his helmet off and tossing it without care off to the side, to avoid being cooked in his own armor.

"Creative..." came the murmur, although the voice was much different than before, as the chestplate and guards on his arms followed a same path as the helmet. The voice was high and nasally with a distinct note of disdain. It was the type of tone that crawled up your spine and left a nasty taste in your mouth. It was the type that sent nightmares to even the most innocent and made you feel dirty, even if you had just bathed. It made you want to scrub your skin until it was raw and bleeding, all the while fearing you would never be clean again.

It was the voice of the blade itself.

"I have to hand it to you, I wasn't sure at first, but its true, you're from the future," the blade-Valsindar sneered, walking easily through the flames. After all, it wasn't the blade's body that was being burned. It felt no pain.

"And here you are, with another piece of myself, from the future no less. I must have it!" the blade roared, charging forward using Valsindar's body, blade held up high.

"There's no way we'll let you have it!" Sylam declared from his position, bringing his blades up in a defensive stance.

"FOOL!" Valsindar's lips roared, in the same creepy voice, "Its useless! I'm invincible!" He turned his attention to the white-haired one first, as Sylam paled slightly, still not over the attack on Artemis yet.

"I had thought to kill you last, since you certainly don't seem to have anything that could harm me, but on second thought, you'll be the first casualty in our little dance," blade-Valsindar sneered, bringing the sword out wide, he reversed his grip suddenly, bringing the sword in a devastating slash that sliced clean through Sylam's two blades, the metal clanging uselessly to the temple roof.

In a motion too fast to be humanly possible, due to the fact that it wasn't a human making the motion, the grip reversed once again, coming back, then snapping forward lightning fast, driving deep through Sylam's chest.

{{Leaving for work, probably will be back on later. Neither Sy or Artemis are dead yet, but I can't type out the rest yet. XD No time.}}