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It was probably a pair of fortunate events that Arzhael was not evil, and he was wearing armor. Even as his sword sunk into the head and partway down the first zombie, the second advanced. Arzhael turned, ripping his sword from the putrid flesh of the first, brought his left handed sword up over his head and...

Had a whole bunch of vomit hurled onto his chestplate.

"Dude! I just had this armor washed."

And, in frustration, lashed out with a front kick aimed towards the zombies chest. Since Arzhael was fully armored, if the zombie wasn't dead, ribs would be broken and he'd be faced with quite a bit of internal bleeding. But since the zombie was already dead, it would serve to clear a path for Arzhael to dart out from the mass of zombies and charge his way towards the golem that the necromancer was all-too-kind to point out to him. In the process, he moved the Tallum Blade back into position on his armor, fishing out four small stones from a pouch on his hip, and smashing the handful of them against the flat of the Dark Legion's edge. If the necromancer or the creep sneaking up behind him could feel charged up energy or the like, they'd realize that whatever was in the stones had just been released into the swords.

"Black golem thing..."

He brought both hands to grip onto the Dark Legion's edge, and brought the weapon over his shoulder.

"Corner..."

And then a quick heavy slash across his body as he slid to a stop to brace himself for the backlash. The slash resulted in a lance of yellow energy firing out from the tip of the Dark Legion's edge as it went across Arzhael's body. It quickly expanded, resembling a crescent to mimic the slash, and accelerated up to a rate of speed comparable to fifteen ft/sec.



"POCKET!"

With four charges of energy stored up, Sonic Blaster was more of an anti personnel device. While it wouldn't reduce the golem to rubble, it was going to blow a nice chunk out whatever it came into contact with.

Arzhael still hadn't taken too much notice of the man behind him, since he was being all sneaky and the like.

Surprised that the Sonic Blaster hadn't really done, well, anything, Arzhael was lucky that he had at least some distance between himself and the golem. More than enough to draw the Tallum Blade once more, set both swords in front of him, and narrow his eyes in preparation for the onslaught to come.

Who was he to know that the necromancer was in the process of casting a spell to cost the duelist his sight? That, coupled with Arzhael's decidedly human non-immunity to spells, the entire world for the duelist would go black, and Arzhael brought his swords up in front of him in an attempt to keep himself from taking too much damage.

Which was a pretty futile attempt. Being unable to see anything, Arzhael was struck square in the jaw, the fully armored, formerly loudmouthed swordsman was knocked off his feet and sent rolling across the Town Square.

Getting up to his knees, Arzhael shook his head, attempting to clear what he thought was just a temporary lapse in his sight. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like he was going to be able to get that back any time soon. His head hurt, he tasted copper, and as far as he knew there was a host of undead about to descend upon him.

Instinctively, his left hand delved into the small pouch at his side, gauntleted fingers closing around a host of round objects.

"Not a very honorable bunch...are you?"

He was speaking to the ground, but hell if he knew that.

"Doo doo doo doo doo..."

And so, the boy Tade wandered past the town square while everyone was busy, and quckly made his way to the arena. There, upon the steps out front, there was a fight, with undead rising up again and again, and drow picking apart soldiers.

Yeah... So while they were busy as well, Tade made his way around them and up the steps. Unless of course, someone was going to stop him and all that, though if they were all occupied fighting each other, than would they even bother with the kid?

The undead fell upon the blinded Arzhael, clawing and grabbing at his limbs, the two other zombies retching their diseased vomit on him. He might get a lucky hit it if he started flailing around and swinging wildly, but with the golem nearby constantly pulsing out negative energy, it wouldn't be anything permanent, short of decapitating any of them. The skeletons stayed back, keeping a lookout. They had ignored the other man so far, mainly because he hadn't attacked any of them.

Unless someone intervened soon, there wasn't going to be much left of Arzhael left to even identify.

The necromancer seemed confident that the man was all but finished, and strode over to the hostages, the golem floating behind him.

"This is what happens when people try to be heroes!" he yelled, smiling sadistically as he swept his scythe in front of a female hostage, who screamed before the crescent blade sliced open her throat and she fell back with blood gushing out. The other hostages screamed in terror, wanting to get away but gripped too tightly by fear.

Soul release, Flame Essence!

A withering rain of flames was raining down on the zombies, incinerating them on the spot. The warrior who had been besieged by two zombies was suddenly freed, his attackers reduced to nothing but ashes.

After he had watched the battle continue on and saw the man being attacked mercilessly, Vi had decided to intervene, saving the warrior from a very painful death.

The tall, fox-like creature jumped down from the roof he had launched the attack from, landing in front of the injured man. " Are you alright?" Vi called over his shoulder, " You look like you need a bit of healing done before you go back into the fray." He grinned, baring his pearly white teeth.

She quickly looked up to see them up and comming. She shook her head and snapped softly. A small black dragon appeared on her shoulder. She reared his head and then shot dragons fire at both skeletons attemping to turn them into ash with its own black flame. Alpha continued to recover on her one knee always having her black dragon there to assist her in times like this.

In an angry flash of black, he stepped out of seemingly nowhere, an evil, albeit standard-looking pistol extended at arms length. About fifteen feet from the necromancer, it took very little exertion for him to pull the trigger. There was a vibrant muzzle-flare, and then... comparative quiet. The kid was no longer crying, rather, he was leaking as the bullet had pierced him straight in the eye, lodging itself deep within his brain.

"Oops."

The child-murderer smiled, if you wanted to call it that. Only his mouth visible, the crooked pale lips were turned at the corner, the rest of him clad in as close to black as one could get.