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Little Haloe listened obediently though his little heart was curious as a child should be.

Little Haloe: "nyo? Luna...I wana shee, I wana shee!"

THe undead was being hacked away by Arkayid and slowly dying. His body began to shake and a black fragrance lifted from his body flying towards Arkayid who was, by position, on the undead? One would almost guess that it is the spirit of the undead unwilling to die and desiring another more suitable body before it was sent back to where it came...quick! Danger! Get away!

"S***......i lost Maikon....." Junai spoke to himself quietly. He tried to follow Maikon but he was just too fast for him, what with his energy level at practically zero due to all the commotion. Just screw it......Moving in a group is too slow. That is always why i have travelled alone the years before.... He found a small clearing within a fw bushes and decided to prop himself against the tree in the clearing, to look awake while he sleeps. Junai then slumped down and drifted away to sleep....

Arkayid looked down at the black mist, and instinctively knew two things. 1.) He was screwed. He couldn't fly. Glide yes, but... 2.) This thing was pure evil. Having been born from a creature of ultimate mortal good, he knew this was to be true. Frozen by indecision, the mist drifted up and around him, to engulf him.


Arkayid didn't bother with his body. No, this battle would be fought for it, and his soul. If one could see on the plane of souls, one would find Arkayid, except he was much larger, and seemed to be full grown. The mist was just that, a mass of darkness hungrily reaching for him, and his body.

He first started this war by with a simple gesture, raising walls of pure light. They would break yes, but that was kind of the point for those walls. To give him time to prepare his next layer of defenses.

They broke, predictably, and Arkayid started his onslaught, by slashing through the mists with precision strokes of light, and locking it away from seeping around him. He did not want to invoke all of his protections, just yet. No, those protections were for worst-case emergencies, and he didn't know how to reset them, only to trigger them. Those protections were lain upon him at birth by Mother, who had layered onto him all sorts of protections from things like this.

Arkayid was hacking at it pretty well, when it resurged, and smashed through every defense he had lain. Despair was closing in upon him, and he was desperately trying to fight it, but was losing ground every second.


Of course, this all looked rather peculiar to anyone who was observing this, since he jerked and twitched in random directions, and fell off it at one point in his fight against the creature.

Arkyaid fought the darkness, with everything he had. He had even considered releasing one of the defensive spells he had availble to him, but when it sharply receded, he capitalized on that and drove it out.

Not opening his eyes, he felt hands encircle around his armored waist, and having learned something from his mother that his father had known, he snapped his eyes open, jerked the knife from its hidden position and held it at Avatre's throat.

His eyes focused on her, and he dropped the knife and slumped back into the grass, to hear the dragon flame the thing. He couldn't really tell what was going on, but why the hell was his armor a whole lot hotter then it was normally? He then realized he was next to the gold dragon that had followed Avatre around. Looking back at Avatre, he sighed.

"Sorry about that, Avatre... Thanks for saving my a**... Again."

((Haha, you mixed the names of my character and her dragon up! xd ))

Akemi collapsed beside Arkyaid, her magic completly drained. "It's alright... anytime." She said, watching as Avatre stopped breathing fire. I wonder how that affected it... I hope the forest is alright...

Apparently, the undead thing gave up the ghost, lterally. Arkayid sat up, and his armor rattled accordingly. Speaking of which, it was pretty banged up.

"Well, it's dead I guess. Now we have to go track down our party. I think they pretty much scattered in every direction."

Luna sighed, this was getting out of control. These people were too much of... well, fighters for her liking. What if a tiger decided to just walk with her? It would be dead in a manner of seconds if she wasn't careful about yelling at the people. She looked down at Haloe, she might actually need people to protect herself since she seemed to be the one taking care of this child.

Standing sraight, she had been crouched ready to jump back, Luna decided that she might as well find everyone. She called over the very frightened, Ninta. She asked him to go gather up whoever he could find from the one's he got to sniff the air around, and ran off. These people are more trouble than what its worth... I'm not even getting paid for this! Luna thought, it was a lot of trouble doing this, and going a far distance too.... out of the forest... where she would be less comfortable... this, would suck.