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Slayer: *He chuckled and held one fist out in front of him, faced upward* I could say the same for you. But I believe my humble self will be enough to finish a has been deity. It is only you I am interested in..... summon your minions if you wish.... I have no trouble taking down blasphemous creations *A circle of purple fire rings around Slayer's feet*

~Still Truinthil wasn't in sight or anywhere where he could be sensed. Whether he was still at the temple at all was debateable. Would he truly stay if people came hunting for Athaele?~

Athaele sighed heavily "If you so insist" She chanted under her breath green energry twisted from her open palm and fell to the floor then shot around the fire, circling it, to keep it from further reacking havoc.

Slayer: Too easy! *Slayer smirked and punched his right fist into his left palm. On contact, Slayer's right fist seemed to be engulfed in a high heat orange ball* Undertow! *bending his knees slightly, Slayer starts spinning to his right, at first raising his blazing fist over his head and then descending it towards the ground. When his right hand knuckles smashed into the ground, his left fist came around and punched his right deeper in the ground. At this, the orange ball promptly exploded and send a tremendous amount of force, being one of Slayer's strongest techniques, straight into the ground. Most likely, the ground would actually start to give way to one of the lower levels. The room would be vibrantly illuminated as the point of impact was also the center of an explosion which blew away from Slayer and in Athaele's direction*

~Finaly, some sort of confirmation that Truinthil was still there was given. It was given in the form of the somewhat repressed shadows welling up from their corners and surging with an immense size at Slayer's back. As the dark mass moved towards the vampire, hundreds of needle thin but asuredly hard as steel pins extended towards the man.~

Athaele blinked as suddenly the floor gave out benethe her. She simply allowed herself to fall, landing with a low click of her boots on the stone of this level. She straited up and looked at Slayer, if he was trying to get to her through destroying the temple he was doing a terrible job. Which would explain her lack of trying to keep him from wrecking the temple. She held her hand out and chanted, her palm twitsted with energy then it erupted forward at him with great speed. But that was not what the main spell. there was another beam of energry that snaked its self around under the stones of the floor it would dodge around so it'd be hard to center on its target all the sudden it would be upon Slayer and circle around him before trying to strike.

Slayer: *Slayer's goal was not to destroy the temple. If Athaele was just going to half assedly try to stop him, then she was going to lose a lot more than an ftb. Apathetic opponents had never overcome Slayer in the past..... nor did excuses. Of course, Slayer didn't destroy the pillar just to cause a little bit more of destruction. As the rubble fell from above. Slayer flipped over, with the help of his arced form, and landed on his feet, one of the fallen pieces of rubble falling onto the blade's connection with the chain, sending it off course. It was obvious that Atha wasn't doing her thinking, using hylden magic on someone who'd obviously come prepared to take on the hylden race and its magic. Hardly deterring the man from his goal, Slayer took the speedy attack with little more than a grunt and being slammed against the wall next to the pillar he'd just destroyed. Though it had moved him, the attack offered little in the way of damage. It was also unusually nice of Atha to give him so much time to respond to the snaking energy. The circling gave him more than enough time to brace himself for the attack. When the energy did strike, it would it him in the leg, but having had time to prepare, Slayer countered with a short burst of energy when the beam hit him, reducing any damage the beam could have caused significantly. There would be no noticable hindrance on his walking ability* You may as well just flee, Athaele.... Keep this up and your entire race will be gone in no time at all. *Slayer put a hand to his shoulder and rotated his neck, smirking. His fist tightly clenched his cape*

Wherever Truinthil truly was, it was obvious that he would take advantage of the pause in the fighting that was filled with useless banter. There was no sound or movement to indicate his next attack, which came in the form of him suddenly surging up from the floor, his right hand aimed for Slayers chin, while his left for the man's gut. The chain and wrist blade was only just then falling to the floor as if forgotten.