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Shacoa walked to the front entrance of the training academy. He sometimes came here, just to remember the old days of his training, and he still used the grounds as a place to practice. But today, something was wrong. It was quiet. A bit too quiet... Shacoa didn't like the feeling he got from it today, it was the feeling you got when a cold, bitter wind hit you...

Shacoa heard yelling in the distance. Was there a fight? He took his poleaxe of his straps on his back, and he then ran into the academy, his poleaxe in one hand. Sure enough, there was a huge fight. How had Gardueo made it this far?! There was no time for question Shacoa decided, he saw Zack already fighting, so he ran over to him and started fighting a nearby guy, yelling to Zack at the same time. "How the heck did they get in here?!" He asked, already defeating his foe in combat, but another appearing in his place. This would not end for awhile...

Raphael arrived a few minutes later behind Mockokoy. He stopped hearing the fight, no way was he going to get involved in that. He leaned against the outter wall waiting. Who was going to blame him playing coward?

Raphael glanced into the training grounds, there were way to many dead bodies here. Well with many dead bodies came lots of free stuff, looking around the area careful not to actually go into the training grounds he spotted where the king was. Looked like he was hurt, "well this is just great, we're going to have to get another new king soon if this keeps up." Maybe he could find a way to make the attackers think reenforcements were arriving for the king...oh this could cost him his head worse than any stealing could...or a fat wallet. But he had that, he just took the kings, and some random ones from that crowd, he SHOULD be drinking picking up on gossop to sell....not here figuring out how to help the knights of the kingdom from massacure.

Just as Malkior arrived the King thrusted his sword upon an attackers chest. "Wow." Malkior pulled out his beads and ran to the king. "Dont worry. Im here!" Malkior Put the beads to the kings open cut and chanted a healing spell. The kings wound was healed and better. "Can you cover me!" Malkior shouted to fellow soldiers. "Yea!" They shouted back. "Malkior Pulled out his Dagger of Ressurection and attached his prayer beads to it.

"Father. This is a Request i have asked of you many times in the past. You have always come through for me. So please. help us now!" Malkior drew a cross with the Dagger into the ground. "bring Life and Spirit back into these soldiers! For they have fallen in battle to protect The King and your disciples!" Malkior Chanted some phraises. "In the Name of The Father, The son, and The Holy Spirit! Amen!" Light Shot from the cross that was drawn in the ground. "Thank you my Lord."

All of the fallen soldiers bodys rose into the air. They were filled with life and spirit. "Men! Save Your King!" all of the Soldiers looked about. Grabbed availabe weapons and ran to battle. "For the Lord and Our King!" Malkior Put back his dagger. Hung his beads from his belt again, and Pulled out his Two handed sword. "Agh!"

Malkior Ran into battle and sliced foes left and right. "Agh!" again he sliced another Foe. "Guards! Now with that Flank!" He Shouted into the Brittle air. The Guards he commanded before came around with a group and Flanked the enemy. "Aha!" Malkior Pointed his blade into the air! "Attack!"

Malkior Looked at the king and smiled. "Good to see a young face once in awhile." Malkior Looked down at the ground. it sucks. Im not young anymore. People think im 24 (Character skeleton reference.) But im really much older. Sum around 100. Malkior thought that to himself. A Soldier ran up and sliced at malkior. "Whoa" malkior jumped back and ran forward. He sliced the attacked and looked around. He Spotted a Fellow Priest being Bombarded with attacks.

Malkior ran over to the fellow priest and tackled a soldier attacking him. "Do what you can now! I cant protect you for to long!" The fellow priest nodded and began a banish darkness spell. "Malkior Ducked down and a soldier that ran at him flipped over his body. "sorry." He said to the soldier and stabbed him through the heart.

"dothoros falk Repthan!" Said the Priest as the Darkness from soldiers banished away. Malkior joined the priest in reciting this, making the spell stronger and all the infected soldiers on the Lukian Side came back to the light. "Good Now run!" He emitted to the priest as the priest backed away and ran for cover.

A Soldier jumped atop Malkior and One came from underneath and grabbed his legs. "Damn..." Malkior crashed to the ground and the soldier kicked his sword. "Now what paladin!" They said as them circled him. "Dont under estimate me!" The paladin grabbed the one kinds legs and stood up. the Kid was dangling in the air as malkior held his leg. "Haha! Kids." He Threw the kid soldier into the air and he toppled to the ground. Malkior crouched down to the others height. "what about you?" He said with a Smile. In no time the Kid was a Mile away and still running.

Malkior Scratched his head. Ran over to his sword and picked it up. Running to the kings side, he was attacked again. This time by a magician of sorts. A Powerful blast smashed malkior in the chest denting his armor. "Ahhh!" Malkior flew into the air and smashed on the ground. "Ouch..." He Pushed up from the Ground and Stared at the Magician.

The wizard shot another bolt straight at Malkior. Malkior rolled out of the way in enough time and ran for the wizard. again the wizard shot a bolt. malkior dodged it and ran again. This time from surprize the wizard put out both hands and the land cracked before him. Tons of undead soldiers sprout and began attacking Malkior.

"necromancer eyh!?" Malkior Thrusted his sword into the ground and he looked about. "Banish the undead! Give their souls time to rest!" The Undead soldiers fell to the ground and the soil replaced the cracks. "Damn you paladin!" The necromancer this time fired faster and stronger bolts at malkior. trying his hardest malkior ducked, dipped, dived, and jumped over them. Until one caught his chest again and this time his chest armor cracked open showing his shirt. "Uuumph!" He said as he hit the ground.

"No more playing!" Malkior raised his sword to the heaven and called upon the Lord for help. Malkior's spirit withing him was Not a normal spirit. It was the spirit of an arch angel. Spirit wings formed from behind malkior and he hovered into the air. He swooped over to the mage and sliced at him. The necromancer blocked it and fired another bolt. The Bolt Went right through malkiors wing. "Agh!" Malkior flew spedily toward the necromancer and stabbed him through the heart. He ripped out his sword and the wings faded.

Panting Malkior raised his sword for the last time into the heavens and charged at the enemies. Will this never end? malkior asked himself as he spun, slashed, and bashed enemies ahead of him.