Draven brought both arms to his side, glowing brightly, as he watched Zion begin another charge from below.
He pressed both hands together in front of his chest and began to pull them apart slowly, a stream of fire flowing in between. When he was satisfied with the length. he grabbed one end of the pillar of flame with his right hand and released it with the other, the flame molding into his familiar crimson blade.
Raising the blade of flame above his head, he dove diagonally downwards, spiraling straight for Zion, crimson flames streaking behind him...
"Nyaaaaahhhh!!!!"
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Perfect.
Jayce had come to the foothills of the mountains in the center of the island. He landed on a large plateau with a drop-off on all sides. The terrain was relatively rocky, yet flat, only a few shrubs struggled through the stone ground. An idea battlefield...
He folded his arms and closed his eyes, his black cape and black hair flowing in the wind, 'watching' the aura not far from him... He'll come...
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"Do whatever is necessary to obtain the sword..." was the reply to Genma.
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Iduran opened his eyes, seeing the familiar face of Cheetah. What a relief...
"I have... no idea..."
He struggled to sit up.
"Ooohhh..."
He reached into the pouch he was carrying with him, and drank the M-Potion he had stored a while back. Now he can stand, and he did so, facing Cheetah. Blast, no weapon...
"Hmmm, you wouldn't have seen a young man around here, about 16 or so years of age, would you?"
Blast it. Now, where was Haraldur?