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Making his way through the entrance into the underground, he would make his way through the dimly lit tunnel. After a few steps he would turn his head aside, waiting for her. His presence was.. beastly, it felt as though there were some kind of ancient beast, that was probably as best as it could be described. He nearly stalked when he moved and whenever he is around all the smaller living beings in the castle such as dogs, cats, rats and bats all seem to retreat in a hurry. That is why it was always oddly quiet when he was around. "Let me ask you now: If I kill Craven, it will most likely end Zypher's life, would you accept this?"

The only direction his power travels with age is upwards. This answer would be simple. "Perhaps you are expecting an answer that is either yes or no. My answer is that I will not lose to the enemy. I refuse to, even if it means sacrificing myself." He grabs a torch from a wall so that she does not need to make things glow with her magic. Snapping his fingers dark blue flame would spring forth, spiraling just a moment about the end of the torch before lighting aflame. "In life there are many different answers to the same solution. Retreating can be victory, surrender can be victory, hiding can be victory. There is no real solution, it all depends upon the situation. Craven has decided that he will play this game by moving roundabout. I am straightforward, and he will find that out well enough."

Sharpened teeth clasp together as he gives his feral grin. It seems they have found the room he was looking for: The room which holds the throne room up with its large pillars. "Fear? Fear all you like, Kat, but you're not gonna' accomplish much with fear, unless of course you are giving fear to your quarry."

He would make his way to the newly repaired pillar which the nameless swordsman, part of himself, had repaired. "Breaking things is easy, it's sorting through the mess afterward that is a pain in the arse." His right hand now strikes forward, piercing that stone as though his hand itself were a blade. His hand turns a bit and rubble falls from the hole created. Pulling his hand out he seems to hold a scroll in his hand. This paper scroll is tied with a plain piece of rope. Sliding the rope ring off the rolled scroll he would unfurl it. Upon the scroll is nothing but a large red 'X'. "Yes, this is it." He would light the scroll on fire with his torch. The blue flames engulf the scroll which seems to levitate now, floating upwards. There is a bright flash, and the scroll then bursts into shards of light which fly into Jacks outstretched palm. Digging inward, he would close his hand into a fist and lower it to his side. "Alright. That was easy enough, I have found what I have come looking for."

A jagged brow lifts, and that sharp gaze would remain upon her a moment before he replies. "Avoiding what? You asked me what would happen if you were to die, I told you that I would not let that happen."

((Llyr... did you read any of my previous posts?))

Awaking from her sleep in the newly renovated main hall, she looked around and slammed her fist into the arm rest. "Just my luck, I had to pick the abandoned castle. Though the inhabitants of this city looked plenty tasty enough. Maybe a good 10... or 50 should quench my appetite..." She said to herself. Walking down the stairs and across the rock bridge. Was this all just wasted time?

(I read them. . . It's a girl. . . )