Around and around, Draven controlled the spinning blade as it followed Scorch. The second was ready, and he tossed it up at the air mage. But now Draven found himself caught in the center of a cyclone.
"Blast..."
He shot straight down and landed on solid ground, where he could weather the winds a bit better, and flared his aura of flame outward, attempting to ward off the intense wind. Down here in the mayhem he was unable to see his enemy, and therefore unable to follow Scorch with the spinning blades, which now spun wildly out of control far above...
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"What a pest..."
Rather than dispatch the Artian phoenix rider quickly. The menacing Jayce had spent the past several minutes making sure he had suffered for interrupting his battle... But, upon returning to the spot he left the four warriors he was about to slay, he found them gone...
He smiled to himself, replacing the huge scimitar in its scabbard across his back. Really, he should have saw that coming...
"Oh well. They weren't worth my time, anyway..."
He folded his arms. What to do next...
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The room was completely dark and silent... should be safe... better than the hallway, I guess...
Iduran snuck into the darkened room, and began to tip-toe forward. After his eyes adjusted he could faintly see something before him. It looked like a table...
Upon closer inspection, it was a table. Circular in shape, it reminded him of the one in the stories he had heard as child about a king named Arthur. Mere myths about a different world...
This one was a bit different. Instead of thirteen places, this one was split into six. Each section was a different color and had a different engraving of what looked like animals, although it was too dark to make out what each was.
There also seemed to be something glowing dimly in the center of each partition... gems perhaps? The gems were affixed in the handles of six different weapons lying on the table... no wait-- five weapons. One's missing...
