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The dragon kept running, his hand gripped firmly at the hilt and ready to strike, "No one shall stop me from destroying that traitor!" he roared. Just when he was about to cut down the figure who dared try to stop him, he froze when the figure's head rose he saw the familiar red eyes from the jackal woman at the village. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but was too shocked to speak, "It... It cant be... Re-" the moment he was about to finish saying her name he saw the figure's stance shift, he quickly rose his sword up, just in time to block the staff that came down on him. "What are you doing?!" he roared.

Re'nah showed no sign of hearing Firion's shouts and the hood over her head fell back as his sword came up to block her attack. Half of the flesh on her face was gone below her right eye and what was left of the skin was dull dark grey instead of the healthy tan it had been and the bone that showed was cracked looking close to being shattered like glass and her red eyes, though they glowed, were lifeless. She jumped back away from Firion, but remained in his path her movement no longer graceful, they were stiff as if she were just a beginner in the ways of fighting or severely injured. "My Master does not wish to be interrupted." she said, her voice sounding equally as dead as her eyes, monotone and no longer filled with spirit.

((if your wondering what happened to Vestakia, i have a plan for her, for now i need to focus on Re'nah and Jasper))

Hunter slashed down a couple more imps and blasted the one that Sierra had blown in front of him through the shattered door with a fireball and wiped off the black blood that had been splattered on his face and spat some of his own red blood on the pavement outside the door from a cut on his lip and from his nose where an imp had gotten a lucky shot when he was surrounded, his arms and legs had a couple lines of red, but beyond that the worst was the torn pants the cuts he gave a slightly pained but nonetheless cocky grin as he turned towards the elf as she spoke.

"I could, but then there would be nothing for you to do," He said with a slight and quick laugh, all he had time for before he noticed something going on in the direction of the festival as he slashed a couple that had turn their attention away from Sierra and onto him, "That should do it for now, I think everyone else here will clean up, we need to get to the festival, I have a bad feeling that something is going down there that isn't good."

Hunter looked at Kisuke and Sierra quickly trying to figure something out and after a couple seconds coming up with a quick plan and hoped the other two would go with it elbowing a stray imp in the face in the process.

"Sierra, you and I can make our way there, as much as I think it would be benefical for us to split up and cover more ground I'm sure we at least have Firion and Zanth out there and they will hopefully get the idea to meet there" He turned toward Kisuke, "I'm gonna need you to get to Castle, find the elves and the dwarves and tell them to get there weapons and give us a hand..." He slashed another stay imp "and to meet at the festival when you're done and they're ready. If you see dragon-boy or the goblin let them know what the plan is too."

Hoping that Sierra would follow him, he turned and took off running towards where he remembered the caravan setting up and praying that he wasn't too late again, taking down as many imps as he could along the way.

Just as the Imps began to dwindle the music from the dark flute suddenly stopped and the ground started shaking as the Portal opened up wider and a skeletal muzzle started to push through and then another and another until several skeletal looking hounds leap out each with two heads and glowing azure eyes, along their heads and down their spines the remains of muscle clung to the bone but the empty chest cavity held nothing but a large ball of azure light that glowed brightly between each hounds ribs. The warriors who had been left standing after the imps were quickly over taken by the demonic creatures weather by the hounds teeth or claws or by the wicked whip like tail that ended in a jagged bone blade. Behind the hounds a low deathly growl could be heard, and it shook the ground. Another muzzle pushed through, only it was larger, much larger, it matched the size of the Dragon Kings, but then two other muzzles appeared on each side of it and tore the portal open wider as the beast began to crawl through, slower then the rest.

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Re'nah did not react as the blade slashed across her torso and she staggered back and fell remaining motionless for a few moments before slowly rising back up and turning to face Firion, the wound was deep an had struck true if she had been alive it would have killed her. but no blood came from it and her face betrayed no pain even though her ribs were now clearly showing through the sliced flesh and torn robes. With a snarl, more basic instinct then emotion, She attacked Firion again this time abandoning her staff for her claws as she reached for the areas on his body not covered in armour. She was purely on the attack instead of trying to defend herself. Jasper was on a mission and Re'nah was only there to keep the other Champions at bay until he was done, besides she was only a pawn a small test to see how much control he could have over a soul and apparently it was quite easy. He had given the word and she would die making sure his task was finished.

Suddenly her attack stopped and her head turned in the direction Sierra was headed, even through the crowds Re'nah could spot her running towards the castle. She abandoned her fight with the dragon and her body became a shadow that passed through the crowd, instantly killing those she passed through not caring if it was a creature on her side or not. She stopped in front of the elf to keep her from moving any farther down the road, blocking her path from the castle. She did not spare a glance at Hunter who was somewhere close by, she somehow knew his destination was different and that made him less of a threat to her Master.

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Despite the panic, Vestakia slipped quietly through the streets following far behind a sent that had attracted her attention, she knew the Drow's scent anywhere no mater what shape he took. The moment panic had broken out she knew he was in Argonos, she had staid behind to help the caravan but when the Hell Hounds came and overtook the others she had decided it was time to find the b*****d, she hadn't been close with anyone in the Caravan besides Grandmother and since the Elder had vanished before the fighting Vestakia didn't feel the need to avenge them, but her own suffering was long due for redemption. She heard a loud roar that came from the castle and she froze as the glass ceiling of the throne room was blasted apart by a large jet of fire. He was already at the castle and the King was in trouble along with the rest of the council, she quickened her pace now that she knew exactly were the Drow was, both her eyes flooding with red. 'We'll paint the walls with his blood!' the voice in her mind cried happily.

Sierra had to come to an abrupt halt as something appeared right before her stopping her in her path. She stared at it a long time the the stench of death had reached her nose first before she could focus on the figure. She stared for a very long time and she frowned, "You..." She stared at the dead form of Re'nah and she gripped the hilt of her sword tightly while her gaunleted hand gripped in a tight fist. She wasn't sure what to think but she pulled her sword up in a defensive position and was ready to fight. She had hoped Hunter was ahead of her and did not see this form of Re'nah, if it was indeed her. "You...are dead." Her eyes narrowed, "As to what's going on I'm sure the dark king has something to do with it, if he thinks this is amusing I will personally rip his head from his shoulders." She did not think fighting someone who was as close to a friend she had ever had was funny, not even a little bit. "Re'nah I pray your soul is in a good place, if not I shall hope to free you from this infernal curse." She charged, when the distance was closed between her and the other she began to swing her sword diagonally from upper right to lower left in hopes to finish her off quickly.

Zanth knelt on the ground panting, he hadn't managed to find the others and the wound on his neck throbbed where one of the Imps had bit him. he placed his hand on it and pulled it back to stare at the blood that covered his long fingers. "dammit." he hissed trying to get up but ended up swaying violently so he remained down hoping something would come along and finish him off. he looked up as Hunter streaked passed him before stopping to look at him again.

Shaking off his last hope of dying Zanth grasped Hunters hand and allowed himself to be pulled up he raised an eyebrow as Hunter was about to critique his appearance but the hair on the back of his neck stood up at the dragon's roar and took a step back as the hounds started to surround them. His eyes flicked to Hunter and his other hand clung tightly to the dagger in his hand he nodded stiffly and fixed his eyes on the nearest hound growling at it, he didn't even wait for it's reaction before he charged at it with a battle cry that was surprisingly loud coming from a creature his size, he even found that he liked the feeling of the dagger as it slid through the soft flesh of the exposed muscle in between the creatures ribs and into the azure light that kept the unnatural creature alive. Now if only that had been the Dark King, but with all his fantasizing, he knew he would have been to afraid to even try that against the Drow. But even as the first one died, the others attack the two of them, and Zanth did his best to dodge their attacks, but his movement were sluggish thanks to the Imps attacks that had lost him a good amount good amount of blood.

He plunged his Dagger into the third hound when a tearing pain ripped through his abdomen, His eyes went wide and he let out a startled whimper as he looked down at the tail blade that pierced him, it hadn't gone through all the way, the hound who was attached to it was the one he had managed to kill before it had finished the attack. He dropped his dagger, the other hounds busy with Hunter, and grabbed the tail and slowly sank to his knees again gritting his teeth in pain, he could pull it out, but the jagged edges would cause even more pain, and he was ready to pass out anyway, he had to stay awake, he didn't know why, he wanted to die, but something compelled him to stay awake.

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This time around Re'nah dodged the attack but her should still took some damage as she moved out of the way, but just like Firion's attack, she had no reaction to it, she just continued moving until she was behind Sierra and swung her staff at the Elfs back intent on snapping her spine with the blow, but even as she attacked a whisper escaped her lips, forming a very quiet
"help me..." but her face remained dead.

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Jasper removed his hand from the chest of the last eleven ambassador and licked the blood from his hand with a smirk to the Dragon King who he had bound in Dark magic. "I wonder what i should do with you now, honestly i had decided to kill you and destroy your city like before, but repeating history is very boring, I think i want you to watch as your city is destroyed, the Imps and the Hounds are fun, but they are easy to kill and are so boring to watch...but i have a much, bigger, surprise in store, something i have been working on of a while and thanks to my little friend and his wonderful ways with a flute, I'll be able to show it off."

"You b*****d! we should have Destroyed you from the start, What fools we have been letting you grow in power as we had!" The Dragon King roared struggling against the black chains that pinned him to the throne room floor, but they rattled against his struggling, a few of the links bending under his power.

((@-@ long post is long and complicated ))

Firion had finally reached the castle door, the two large doors were shut tight, but the dragon only smirked. He took one hand off his sword and stretched it out as if to reach for something. Without even speaking in the strange language a large spiked mace began to materialize in his hands, "You shall not keep me from ending this hunt..." he said quietly and at that moment the 6ft long mace had fully materialized. "This ends now!" he roared and struck the mace against the doors. The doors flew open, leaving an impressively large dent, and he quickly walked in, only to see the large dragon bound to the floor and instead of the dark dragon he had been hoping to find was replaced by an elf surrounded by corpses. He released the mace, which quickly turned into a pillar stone before collapsing on itself and leaving nothing more than a pile of dust.