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Irvine had teleported away with the help of the Master. Irvine had been transported to Enid. He was very weak and fatigued. He would need to rest and feed a great deal. His clothes, or what was left of them, was in tatters. All that had remained was one pant leg and the top part of his pants. He was nearly stark nude. It had begun to rain in the ruins and the heat coming off his body was intense. A large cloud of steam formed around Irvine as the cool rain and wind revived him. He stood on weak knees however he was standing. He turned slightly towards the Master only glancing at Lan.

"Now what?"

Irvine turned away. His jaw wasn't clenched yet loose. He looked at the ground and began to think about all those he had killed in the past. He had survived the great war and slain several hundreds of men there. He had killed vagabonds, scoundrels, ruffians aplenty. He had also slain the innocent. His hands were permenantly stained red with the blood of the innocent. It was still hard to differ between the blood of a friend and a foe. It all looked the same. Irvine continued to look at his hands as he replied to the Master.

"I will not lie. I have slain the innocent. A great deal of them. I have slain warriors as well. A great deal of them as well. I am indeed a killer. A warrior and a murderer. My hands which have been permenantly stained with the blood of all bear no difference between friend or foe. All shall die."

"I have died. I have been to Hell. I am back only to send more in my stead. My soul belongs to me no longer. My emotions no longer hinder me from what I have been sent to do. Instead the ones of Anger and Hate fuel me. The anger those of the living have driven me to kill. And the hate I have for those with souls. I am a souless being with only one intention now. To kill."

Irvine nodded to the Master. He was indeed tired and needed to rest. He turned from the Master and headed for the badly burned forest. To return to his cave. To rest. And then, to kill once more.

*The Master's wings spread,and with a couple of decent flaps,shook the water from them.Standing,he looked around.Things came in through his eyes in such a way,such a way that angered him so.He growled softly.Day.He hated it wit such passion.Moving outside of the ruined building,where he'd have clear flight,he took off.The sturdy movement of his wings took him into the air as he followed his nose for trouble.To the Dojo,no doubt.*

As the 'Master' chanted something would occure, and hopefully disrupt the cretin's spell before it took full effect on the giant. Being protected by the Silver Mother, Lan was also granted strength durring the nights, but durring the day he was reduced to nothing more then a giant. To compensate for this disadvantage the Silver Mother made a pact with the Flame Lord. When her dominion over the earth passed he would take the planet into his care and grant it a life giving light. When the Silver Mother created the giants the Flame Lord became jelouse, because while the they could control the heavens they couldn't dirrectly control the earth itself! So the Flame Lord created a race of Burning Titans. Matching the Silver Giant in every aspect they accelled durring the daylight when their Lord and Master would grant them power, but faltered when he sun set and the moon rose. For every giant that was created a titan was created to be it's equal and opposite. When one died, the other died as well, so it was in the giant's and titan's best interrest to defend one another.

The sun darkened for a breif moment as Nal fell from the heavens. Blazing red wings surrounding his entire 13 foot frame. A huge claymore held out to his side, being wielded with both hands, with flames dancing off every inch of the cold, darkened, blade. At the speed, rate, and trajectory Nal was flying he would pass right beside the 'Master' with a few inches to spare, but his blade would slice straight through the tyrant's midsection.

((And the birth of the only good guys of the Black Company has begun!))

Lan, who was unconsious, flew just as the 'Master' planned, but Nal didn't. The blast connected with his chest, just like the 'Master' intended, but his wing's didn't fold over his body like he planned. His "wings" were simply jets of flames that fired from his back. Flying down towards his twin, Nal stopped the flames from one shoulder and pushed full force wit his other. The sudden shift of thrust caused Nal to spin out of the way of his twin. Unlike Lan, who relied upon the Silver Mother and the Earthen Brother, Nal was much more attuned to the Flame Lord and Lady Air. The air around Nal suddenly shifted and became solid, severing any hold the 'Master' may have had on the recent addition to Lan's allies.

"The one who strikes upon the Silver Giants will feel the force of the Burning Titans!"

Nal's entire body disapeared and reapeared a few feet beside the 'Master', his burning claymore scortching the air as he swung it. Nal hadn't teleported, nor was he fast enough to seemingly disapear, what happened was his entire body broke up. Down to the last atom he flew through the distance, squeezing between the air molocules, until he was beside the 'Master' where he rebuilt his body almost instantly. The entire ability took a few seconds to actually work.

((The disapear and reapear thing took like 2 seconds to do. So one second he was there, the next he was beside the 'Master' with his sword, slashing at him.

SOOOO, you may want to...avoid, Nal's attack. Least you have a 12 foot claymore slicing straight through your body.))