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"I already know that, and for starters, the reason I told you you won't be killing me is because your attack would be in vain and cost you your own life. The Tel'Domeduathea may not be able to help the dead, but they probably would evenge them." Streak pointed out. "And another point, what makes you think you could beat me in battle anyway?"

Walk out from behind the boulder and walks toward Issildia. He says in a calm voice, "Do you need help in this situation?" He was taller then her by three feet and had is polearm on his back. He green armor relfected the lights from the camp. He continued to stare at her as he waited for the answer.

As Issildia slowly circled Azrielle, her blade held loosely at her side she did not even spare the stranger a glance, "Do not interfere..." she said calmly her cold articulate gaze never leaving her opponent's own, "This is not your fight..."

Archer grunts, and sends a bolt from nowhere out of his hand to this guy about to fight Issildia. It was white from energy, and contained extreme heat. It was easily seen as fake, as it shot straight, and did not weave towards the ground or towards the sky. If it did hit Azrielle it would probably hit his lower side

(((Yay well I'm glad you like it Gourou lol, and since Malkaia/Azrielle won't be able to post for a while other than the one today I guess I will ghost Azrielle for him,*I hope it is alright with you Malkaia you already suggested it once, so I will I suppose.* ninja )))

The energy that Archer sent towards Azrielle was instantly deflected as it came within a matter of yards of the battle. It seemed that Archer's attack was the catalyst that triggered the duel between Azrielle and Issildia, as Issildia instantly darted forward her blade raised to strike.
Though oddly enough Azrielle did not even seemed fearful of the blade that was now racing towards his torso.
As Issildia neared her target she suddenly reversed her grip on her sword and dug her heeled boots into the ground, executing a half turn around her opponent and flipping her blade forwards to carry on the momentum of the movement . As the fiery blade came at him Azrielle's form suddenly disappeared in a flare of indigo flames. Issildia's blade sinking into empty air. "Damn." she hissed.
It was in this moment that the temperature dropped even further, Issildia's breath condensing as it hit the freezing air.
As the temperature dropped, Issildia turned upon hearing the faint hiss of a blade racing through the sub-zero air. She managed to whip around to catch Azrielle's blade Mugetsu only moments before it would have severed her neck from her shoulders.
It took all the strength Issildia had to hold off the creature that her former ally had become. "You must fight this" she managed to say before she was thrown back with little to no effort on her opponent's part. It was obvious that he was not listening to her words.

(((Well I hope you can get online soon Malkaia, you always were better at fights than myself lol.)))

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(((Now, let's get a battle started! pirate )))

The Larovian army roared in apprehension for the coming battle , the voices of the warriors racing across the expanse of the desert, like a chorus of wolves on the hunt.
As Reinsen Nevar drew his blade with a flourish and raised it high above himself, the Ryera forces mobilized, archers and swordsmen taking their places. The fabled necromancers of the Ryera line, assembled along the rear of their own forces. Already their lips muttered incantations that would summon forth their servants to do war with their enemy.

"We ride now to end this treachery!" roared Reinsen Nevar, his frost covered blade raised high above his head, "May the blood of the Ryera, stain these desert lands! In payment for this betrayal!"
Suddenly the black stallion that he rode, reared back only to dive forward, proceeding to gallop down the embankment towards the front ranks of the Ryera soldiers.

The Larovian soldiers followed only moments after in Reinsen's wake, flame tipped arrows soon took flight and the two forces clashed. The ear shattering sounds of hundreds of swords in combat and the dry hiss of bowmen launching their attacks...The battle had begun...

Streak could see the battle from the height and laughed.
"You really think you stand a chance. Do you not realise that your end is near. There is nothing you can do. When the sun sets tonight, you shall meet your end. When the sun sets tonight Ryera shall fall. I shall send you to a place of no return, unless...... there is only one way that you will survive this onslaught. Your only true hope lies in my hands. I do not underestimate your power, but you mine. Lavorian forces will destroy your clan, unless I do one thing." Streak then smiled.

Archer, fearing that his attack might be too slow, thought up a new plan. He ran in a straight line, Ice forming, and stabbing up from the sand, into the Larovians. Sand also did the same, turning into almost solid slabs of sand and drilling into the soldiers. Archer trailed his sword beside him, using El as a lead for the ice and sand. He was short of breath, but only stopped for seconds at a time. His wings shook off the sand and ice on it, sending sand in all directions. He folded them close to his body, and continued running again, spreading death in the army.