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Archer felt the darkness in him, but did not fear him He put the bow on his back, and drew Eleazor, now just a greatsword. He ran at the man, sword beind him, as he held the blade towards him, backwards from normal. I his other hand he had an arrow, frozen into the shape of a knife by his watrer powers. At the last second, he would slash upward with both of the weapons. It was not the most accurate move.

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As the attacker used a shadow bind spell to deal with her Issildia called forth her Anierian abilities over the element of light. It was a simple spell but it would accomplish her goals all the same.
She motioned to the ground as if she was throwing something, and a small almost non-existent spark flew from her hand. At the small spark hurtled into the ground, there was a great flash of light, that was nearly blinding to even Issildia, but she took this moment to fade into the shadows, and freeing herself from the shadows binding spell.


As her form disappeared into the darkness, she could feel the faint sensation of a blade passing through her now non-corporeal form. She had cut it far to close that time, whoever this person was...he was obviously adapt in the shadow arts.

Issildia then appeared only a few yards away from the attacker, her gaze was cold and calculating as she watched for any sign that would aid her in predicting his next move.

She raised her blade in an Anierian fighting stance, the blade arching over her and at an angle so that the curve of the blade was towards the ground.
"Now why would someone with such talents be doing out in the middle of a desert?" Issildia hissed icily, as she lunged forward, bringing her blade into a downward swipe, to take his legs out from under him.

At the same time she drew a kunai knife from the sheath at her thigh and in a swift motion launched the blade at the attacker's chest.

"This blade is dead, but is still holy!" Archer stabbed the hand around his ankle with El, and flew back with his wings, slinging El into his belt, and pulling out his bow. He loaded three arrows into it, Aiming for the general area of Zeo, like a buckshot. He landed on the ground, but cringed from the burning pain in his ankle. The hand had burnt through his boots, and left a black ttoo like scar around his ankle.

his sword screached as it spun towards him. Zeo quickly stopped the blade, by grasping it. he stared, giving no sign of emotion or any sign that he would attack. His eyes appeared dull and lifeless, the crimson color in his eyes darkened.
he smiled listening to her words, but had no time to answer such a pointless question. She had already made her attack, and he had already seen through it. He watched her body movements closely, and moved his legs with the blade. As it swooped down, his feet lifted up over it and he somersaulted back stabbing his sword in the ground to maintain his balance. What he didn't expect was another kunai, and it sruck directly in the center of his chest. it went in an inch deep and yet Zeo gave no sign of pain, and the wound did not bleed. Instead a crimson light glowed under the kunai, and the kunai was pushed out of his chest. The white in his eyes now turned black as he sent his own hatred towards Issildia. The hatred, and malice he had was his crimson energy that shot out in a straight beam towards her arm that had held the sent her attack earlier. While Zeo sent this attack, her could hear the other man's cry. He couldn't see what Archer was doing, but he could hear the arrows piaerce the air as they came towards him. Zeo listened well and calculated where the arrows would strike. HHe moved his body only slightly at an angle and managed to avoid two arrows, but one struck his right arm. Zeo turned his head to face Archer, and gave him a deadly look. Zeo's rage was growing, and the pain in his arm only fueled it. The veins starting from his guantlet began to bulge, and appeared more noticeable on his arms. The veins started to darken, and Zeo opened up his hand, dropping his blade next to him. He stretched out his arm and pulled back his arm as if pulling on something. From that pull, large dark purple strands of energy began to bend of his crimson energy and into his hand. the energy struck the guantlet and then passed through it bending towards archer. The energy was weak, but if it struck the right area it would definitely do some serious damage as Zeo planned.

What ...!? Issildia though as she leapt into a one handed back and spring to avoid the attack. As she landed there was a searing cut on her art where his attack had managed to graze her.

To say the least Issildia was not delighted with this man's actions as she stood, and removed her cloak, so she could move with greater speed.
Still as she had been trained, she forced her anger away, and used it's power to fuel her actions... not define them.

She stood from the back flip and came at the attacker again, she leapt of into the air as if to bring her blade down vertically on the attacker, but at the last moment, she disappeared in a swirl of shadows. She reappeared behind him, crouched on the ground. She then proceeded to sweep her leg under his own to knock him to the ground. Hopefully her feint with the earlier attack would confuse him enough not to notice her true intention on simply knocking him off his feet.