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--Minutes Before--

Ryugi headed away from the site of his battle, moving to search out more enemy groups that had penetrated Barton's City Walls. As he made his way over the rooftops, it suddenly occurred to him that if he was going to successfully take on groups by himself, he would need as much help as he could get, and as such, he quickly activated a Light Shield Attack.



The shield in place, Ryugi then continued off towards the Town Square, where he could hear screams and shouts. Hopefully he wouldn't be too late...



Silver would have absolutely NO idea how right that thought was. For zipping across the rooftops was his biggest and most dangerous interference yet. It took only a few minutes for Ryugi to find the location of Barton Square, mostly from the explosions and screaming. But once he got a clear view of the area, he quickly assessed the situation. It appeared that most of this group was still around, and along with this group, there was ALSO an Evil Moonblade. Three more warriors were trying to do battle with these fighters, and appeared to be fighting a slowly losing fight. Well, it was about time SOMEONE showed up to try and even the odds. Ryugi jumped into the air, the sound of him moving being blotted out by the screams and yells of combat and death, the sight of him was blocked by a Light Shield that he had created soon after his defeat of the first group he encountered. Not only did the attack render him completely invisible, it had a handy side effect of masking his energy signature to the point of nonexistence. Perfect for sneaking around a hostile area undetected. He could not be seen, he could not be heard, and he could not be sensed. He was completely invisible. Perfect for a sneak attack. And the target of his attack, would be none other than his former friend turned foe, Ammiel "Silver" Moonblade.

Ryugi jumped through the air towards Moonblade's back, Ragnarok in hand and overhead in a cleaving strike. He would then descend upon Moonblade like Death upon Guldor's frozen tundra. And much like death, there would be no warning, no hint of the attack, nothing to alert Moonblade or any others present in the Square to the presence of Ryugi's strike. It was silent, swift, and most of all, unexpected. The attack would be terrifyingly powerful, and yet, at the same time, it would be graceful. Ragnarok was poised for the maximum amount of power and cutting efficiency Ryugi could hope to attain from the angle and speed at which he was approaching his ally turned enemy. The blow would not be pulled or held back in any way, shape, or form. This was business. Pure and simple. The attack would simply happen in an instant. In an instant, the razor sharp cutting edge of Ragnarok would slice cleanly through the top of Moonblade's head. In an instant, his body would be perfectly dissected in half with frightening precision. And in an instant, the blade that had once fought to protect this very life that had been corrupted by darkness, evil, and hatred, would end it. The metal breastplate would simply give way to softer flesh and the terrifying power of Ragnarok unleashed, and even if it didn't, the force from the blow alone would be enough to shatter and cut bones to pieces, effectively killing Moonblade before he would even have the time to try and comprehend what the ******** just happened. That was also due to the fact that he was so preoccupied with making a sneak attack of his own, and getting into position for his emerald flames...

All that the horde and other fighters would see would be an explosion of sorts. This would come from where Moonblade had just been standing and firing off the first few feet of his emerald flames. This would happen regardless of whether or not Moonblade had been killed. Ryugi still had to LAND from his sneak attack, and the sheer force and power from the strike would collide with the ground around the fountain, making a small crater, and sending up a cloud of rock and debris which would serve to further hide him from view, as well as cause general confusion among the enemy forces as they wondered what in god's name had just exploded so near them without a trace of even arriving. From there, a couple different courses of action could be taken, but it would depend fully on what had just happened to Ammiel "Silver" Moonblade. What with no warning or hints whatsoever, and being fully preoccupied with planning his own sneak attack, as well as firing his own attack towards enemy forces... With those factors being the case, it was not a matter of IF Moonblade was hit, but simply, how close to dying would he be after being hit in such a way...

Her position compromised, it was time for the final portion of this group to finally reveal itself. They had been watching her for some time, waiting for her to wade into combat, but she seemed content to stand in the alleyway and cast her spells from afar. That made her a very easy target.

Darkness suddenly engulfed Grace, followed by three telltale clicks of crossbows firing their payloads. Three poisoned bolts coming from three different directions, all aimed to pierce her somewhere on her body, all within an instance of all visible light vanishing. Even if she could see in natural darkness, she would be unable to see in this magical darkness. Three beady pairs of crimson eyes focused in on her, the drow activating a spell that allowed them to see in this unnatural darkness, gaining further advantage. They moved in for the kill, two approaching her from the front, a third dropping down silently into the alley behind her.

The situation was getting out of hand. There were dark fields, crossbow bolts, dark figures, undead, and chaos all around her. The world that seemed to be once a peaceful place was not a pit of hell. She hops back with her newly aquired crossbow and stares at it. Her ninja skills would be enough to help but she did not have the ability to really understand the enchantment of the bolt. That was quite fine though. She rushes over to the building that served as the arena and looked up the towering building. It was an easy jump from the ground to the top. She crouches down and then hops up rising into the air. She gently lands on the top of the building and turns around. Fire, darkness, light, negative powers, and positive powers, they were everywhere. She takes out the bolt she has and then reaches down. She tears a piece of cloth from her pants and wraps it around the head of the bolt. She then holds up the bolt. Out of the dark sky flys down her smaller black dragon. It lands on her shoulder and then tilts its head up. Fire ignites from its throat and then spews from its mouth catching the cloth on fire with its dark flames. Alpha then loads the bolt into the crossbow and quickly aims. If not fired quickly the crossbow itself would light. She then nods to her dragon and pulls the trigger directing it at the necromancer. Her dragon then flaps its wings hard giving the fired bolt more speed.

((bad idea.. fine to hell with it*leaves*))


'Andi snagged her little healer commenting on how Grace should know better than to roll around in the trash... and the pair dissaperead as quickly as they had come.

As Ryugi landed, he'd grip the handle of Sol Blade, and quickly unleash its Negation ability.



The burst of anti-magical energy would serve to further weaken Moonblade, as well as prevent any other strange magical effects from taking place around his, or Moonblade's position, such as time warps and teleportation. The energy would also hang around the immediate area, wreaking havoc with any other magical attacks. Unfortunately, this also meant that Ryugi's Light Shield would be dispersed, but even then he still had the cloud of dust to hide him from view.

Ryugi kept the sadness he felt within himself for later lamenting, but for right now, there were other people that needed his help, and he wouldn't hesitate to assist them. From his point of view, he'd done the honorable thing. Like putting an old, sick, suffering dog out of its misery by putting it to sleep. Even though it was painful, Ryugi honestly felt he'd helped Silver, and released him from a life of torment and darkness. And honestly, the world would do better to remember him as the mighty captain of the Ryugin, than an evil being bereft of morals and compassion. [14]

((NOW. I suggest we ALL MAKE A TURN ORDER, so that this doesn't degenerate into any more of a ******** that its becoming already. I think all the heroes that haven't posted yet should post, and then we will ALL WAIT FOR DARSHENDROS to post and responds to our attacks, before we even THINK of posting again. It'll make things much easier to read and understand for BOTH sides.))

Arzhael was in all kinds of trouble.

It wasn't like this was the first time, though. The only problem was, this was the first time he was in trouble and blind. A sudden wave of heat rushed over him, and, unaware of the situation at hand, Arzhael did what a person covered in armor should do.

He turtled.

Dropping quickly to his knees and burying his exposed head into his chest while covering the rest with his arms would serve to delay any sort of damage dealt by the conical breath weapon. Armor was slowly corroded, but at a far less rapid rate than the flesh of a wandering zombie would be. So, all in all, aside from a few burn marks on his face and scalp that would probably turn second degree by the time the fighting was all done with, Arzhael was no worse for the wear.

He also didn't seem to be too intent on unturtling until he could make out the golden patch on his armor. Or even remotely see it, for that matter.