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" I'm trying to concentrate here." With that he moved to the other side of the cell, and continued his practices.
Joe then sighed and continued to practice himself. As he tried to make another fire in his hand he thought about the book Veltex talked about. He thought if it could teach him advanced fire moves and he could become stronger. But then as he was thinking he burned himself again. With this he concentrated harder to make a flame. As he concentrated he he finally made a small flame in his hand. He the said " Veltex I have made a small fire!"

((ok thats kool))
Joe then said to Veltex" You don't have to be a bum about it." The Joe went to another corner. As Joe put another flame in his hand he understood that he needed to practice much more for his fire power to be any help at all. So he kept making fires. He made the fire a little bigger each time he produced one.

Vau, Sev and Scorch followed Tara outside and watched Dragonkid and Robert fight. "You seem to worry about the young elf greatly..." Vau said his eye's not leaving to fight. "Tell me young one... What makes you so afraid he won't come back?"

Etain sighed. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Skirata sighed and looked Ryu in the eye's. He had a sad look on his face. He did his best to hide it but it still barelly showed. He looked over his shoulder at Mizore and made sure she was out of hearing range. "To tell you the truth Ryu... Zeques is dead but not dead... His body is pretty much dead. The body you saw Is Zeques's body but it is nothing, but a hollow shell now... When we get back to the Village I'll show you why Zeques isn't dead." A slight smirk form on his face. "They don't call him the "Undieing Demon of Mandalor" for nothing."

Username: Pilot_Zeques
Character name: ZOE (Meaning: Life)
Race: unknown
People: Unknown
Age: Unknown (But sound in his 20’s-30’s)
Appearance: http://tinypic.com/r/bheycl/6
Personality: Usually silent, likes to get into fights, likes girls but hates it when they get scared of him.
Abilities: stealth, silent assassinations and multiple visions
Weapons: Wrist blades and a sniper rifle
History: Not much is known about ZOE but he has markings on his armor that show where he’s been.
Interesting (And Important) Facts: He doesn’t talk too much but when he does he gets straight to the point. He likes to take trophies of his victims.

*Salava did not answer Etain she was to considerate on her work. She was so fixed that she didn't even fell the beads of sweet that where forming on her brow.*

*Those beads of sweet and the distress that they represent was not helping Rath at all. His beast, his instincts where pushing him towards his love. As he shifts further into what most mistake as an angle form. Telling him to make her stop. His beast was not listen to his rational side try and tell him that if he interrupts her the spell she is casting, or the spell she is trying to dispel or both could back fire and do more damage then letting her go. His beast was not listen as his body moved towards Salava and Etain.*

(( )))

*Ryu nodded* all right *she took a deep breath gave Skirata a vary convincing fake smile then walked away from zeques's body and to Mizore. An aura that only a mother who has seen tragedy could give flowing off her as she sits next to Mizore. As a way to help comfort her.*

*Vash looked towards the medical ship* we should take him inside...*he told Malic quietly thou worry for his daughter cold be read in his eyes*

Etain was still next to Salava when she passed out and Rath caught her and held her in his arms. She figured Salava would be alright with Rath. She looked back Sihan and smiled. "Hello Sihan. I'm Etain Skirata and you are on a medical ship. Are you able to see?" She started checking his Eyes.

Kal followed Ryu to the doorway to where Mizore was and waited to see is Ryu could calm her a bit. Mizore looked over at Ryu with tears in her eye's and frozen streams running down her cheek. Her hair hair was now ice and her hands were slight covered in ice as well. Suddenly she hugged Ryu tightly. "What am I supposed to do?!?"

Without hesitation & his mind fully cleared of berserking, DragonKid soon side-steps Rob's rushing & channeled some of his aura to sharpen his gauntlets, leg armor, & add some extra defense to his torso VIA light plate armor, delivering a spinning left elbow to the face, then starts body jabbing & uppercutting very often while on occasion leg kicking him to wear down his body & legs before he finishes him off with a KO kick or a Muy Thai knee. While at it he was also maneuvering his body in a way for Rob to have nothing but a nightmare to hit him but not going too far.
"I'm the fool? For the love of god you're a bleedin mage & you're rushing me like a werewolf who's high on angel dust? Relax man..." He replies, ready to counter a strike to hopefully mount Rob's back & choke him out.

Sihan could not hear Etain or anyone at all that healed him, & thus ignored Etain & whoever responded to him, getting up, dusting himself off, checks if he had his weaponry still on him & soon wonders where his diamond short sword & sheathe were, but soon that wonder is averted as he turned towards the interior of the airship, expressionless, but a bit dazed, seeing Etain, Rath, & Salava.
"Where am I? And who are you?" He replies in sign language.

Right after Rob rushes DragonKid again & summons the shadow ball at him, he tries to spin away from both hits but barely makes it, his right arm now severly scarred, bloody & his shoulder seperated from the force of the spell, but is able to avoid Rob & soon summon the rest of his aura to summon a trap to unleash a shadow explosion in front of Rob, to hopefully consume him but not kill him. There was no way in hell he was going to let him die... not after what he did to remove his berserking & for the fact he is a solid mage. As he does this he is soon severly burned by a flaming geizer Rob summoned earlier, his body now a blaze. This time he was hurting badly, forcing him to hold the summoning, & stop, drop & roll to extinguish himself, then soon returning to his casting, clenching his teeth in severe pain.