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[I have a little surprise for both Doriens... twisted It may freak Magnolia out, but it's only temporary...]

Dorien didn't reply before he jumped off his roftop, sword raised and ready to cut him in two. As he proceeded to slash however, his blades didn't cut into the other's skin, instead they hit the other's claws as if they were metal themselves.

The Nether-Dorien smirked as he blocked, taking a step forwards and then using his power to send the other into the next building and returning the favor from before in kind.

A few moments, the sounds of combat was heard all over town as the two Doriens clashed, the impact of their strikes destroying anything in their path. Buildings were being torn apart and deaths were multiplying as the two continued to fight.

Finally as time passed, one side seemed to be winning, but unfortunately it wasn't the side anyone wished to win. The Nether-Dorien smirked as he sent Dorien crashing into their resting place, floating down just as Dorien stood up, blood falling from his almost as freely as the blood that drenched his evil counterpart. How ironic that you will die in your resting place..the one place you never wanted to return to. he said, looking around him as the building took on a red light, as if acknowledging the growing dominance the Nether-Dorien was gaining.

Dorien was silent, and looked at his sword. They were beginning to fade away. His powers were far too drained and it was beginning to take it's toll.

Your powers are all but gone and your skills in combat are slowly falling to fatigue. Give up now and your death will be quick. his red eyes gleamed as if the victory was already his. And don't worry about your precious woman. I will make sure she joins you in the afterlife, but her death will be much slower.

Dorien still stayed silent, his hands tigthening around his swords before he looked up, his grey aura forming around him, I may not be able to kill you, but I will defeat you! The building instantly turned grey as Dorien took off, oblierating the red as he charged. The Nether-Dorien growled and charged as well, the red aura glowing fiercely around him.

This was it, the final move, the last moment before a victor was named. They clashed, the auras giving off an explosion of power which slowly faded over time. Once it was gone, the sight to be seen was far more surprising than anyone could guess. Dorien's sword had gone through his darker opponent's head, killing him of course, but at a price. The Nether-Dorien did not die without bringing pain on his own he had sent a powerful burst of spiritual energy, designed to lose Dorien's undead soul from his body as his claws entered his heart, killing the body instantly.

Dorien's soul was lost without a body and he was far too weak to even search for a newer body in time. He looked at the bodies silently as he was pulled away by an unseen force, the smallest glimmer of emotin in his eyes.

[And I'm still not done with Dorien... twisted Watch what happens later on... hehehe...]

Magnolia sat up, opened her mouth, and let out a heartwrenching scream, freaking Kaz out, who tumbled over backwards in surprise. The scream persisted, and she grabbed at her head, mentally strugglign to keep Dorien's room from shattering. The room quaked and buckled, chips of the ceiling falling to the floor and dusting the furniture. Outside was a torrential storm. She screamed until she'd run out of breath and finally her eyes rolled up into her head and she collapsed backwards.

Ranier started, staring at the disaster before his eyes, ELANTRA! He roared. In an instant the blind fae was there, "Contain him!" He commanded. She stretched out her hand and awareness in an effort to find him.

Obsidian hadn't bothered to try and stay up, she sat down on the floor hard and sighed. She'd never been this fatigued before, it was very, very unpleasant. She barely had enough strength to gather the shadows around her to give her strength so her energy came to her in a trickle.

Aster shook himself, "Not long, I wasn't goign to let you stay like that for one more hour. You did look very, peaceful though." He grin dimmed to a smile, "Do you need some water?" He asked, "Anything?"

Dorien reached out towards the woman's power as he continued to be pulled backwards. He didn't have to look to know where he'd be going. Or did he? A flash of grey surrounded him and suddenly he was pulled downwards, a look of surprise on his face. As he fell, he tried reaching out to the dark fae once more before darkness took over his senses.

He wasn't in the spiritual realm..and he wasn't a ghost either, the world around him wasn't a blur for that. Where was he?

He blinked. He actually blinked before looking around, the familiar walls and the booming sounds of the Nocturne coming to his ears. Why...why am I here? he thought before slowly standing up. The room was strangely larger than he remembered it...

Am I...still dead? he thought before taking a few wobbly steps, nearly falling as he did so and held onto the nearby bed just to be safe. He was breathing heavily before he stopped and stared at his hands. They were small and...childlike. Child...

He felt blood drain from his face before standing back up and making his way to the mirror. He looked at the mirror and just stared at it for a long time. The heavens above hadn't wished him to die, but apparently they had a cruel sense of humor. He was a vampire again and the elf blood was still in his veins, but he didn't have his body. He had the body of a boy in his teens.

The body of Tyran.

Cara growled in frustration as Remus moved towards her and sliced into the air, sending two waves of power towards him. But in doing so, she missed her chance in attacking Seine, for gravity was calling her back, and much mroe powerfully than before. She landed on the ground, kneeling slightly before turning around, her eyes trained on Remus.

Seth could barely watch what was happening and the golem that wanted him dead, so he tried another tactic. Golems aren't very smart since strength was their advantage, so he would get them to attack each other...he just wished for once that it wasn't only one of them attacking.

Cara raised her sword infront of her, her fangs abnormally large and like stone as she pointed towards him before charging, moving left and right before gathering enough speed to leap into the air and slice him in two.

((I'm confused as to what's going on in the tomb.))

Elantra lost the thread and swore colorfully.

Ranier echoed her, realizing she'd faild to snag Dorien.

Abruptly she tensed, feeling a familiar, yet altered life light blink on, "That's odd." She murmered, tilting her head.

"What, what's odd?" Ranier snapped.

"He's.....still with us...." She reached out again, his time farther and towards the blip on her senses, touching upon Tyran/Dorien's mind.