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Eragon instantly turned around to face Brophy, only to see his back was to him. Eragon wasn't about to strike Brophy from behind. "Your stupid to drop near me with your back to me. I don't know why you chose to expose yourself, but we must defeat Shadow, even if it means killing you. You think he's so powerful and that he will teach you dark secrets, well your as much of an idiot as I first thought you ******** mick, no offense Gilvan. I believe a mick is just a dumbass irishman like Brophy, not you." With that, Eragon rushed towards Brophy, the right sword swinging, the left guarding in case of a counter attack.

Gareon got the strength th stand up, and reached for his sword, only to grab an unfamiliar object. This wasn't his sword, but it pulsed in his hands, like he knew he was supposed to weild it. It was a pulple and black sword, with a demons head on either side of the hilt. He looked up and saw his face in the mirror. "What is this."

Brophy quickly made his way out of the line of swings. "You might not want to be doin' that, lads. See, that whiskey did a lot more than help me trace you... We're connected, magickally. If you hurt me, you're going to feel it. Maybe not so much you, 'Aragorn' or whatever your name is, but Gilvan here is sure to have the hurt put on him as long as all that drink is still in his system. So, the both of you, choose your next moves wisely." He wouldn't attack until he knew his opponents understood. He hoped to get away with at least a few items, and his life, while they waited out the effects. If they got smart, he had more tricks up his sleeve.

Gilvan translated the code accordingly. He figured that was what the light show was about, and even if it simply was a show, the message made sense. He kinda gave a soft chuckle, as the distraction bit could easily be done by Eragon himself, if he kept it up. Gilvan was tough enough to bind Brophy easily, but he still didn't know his opponent yet. He decided he would act according to the message. "Aye, Brophy... connected we are. That trap sure was tasty anyway, but I must say... what a cleva bastad ye are." Gilvan then positioned his gun... or cannon, depending on how you viewed it, but to Gilvan, it was 'Nessa'. He clicked off the safety and readied it with his left arm. his right one he would use as a quick defence, if it wasn't on the trigger. He aimed in Brophy's direction, and awaited to see Brophy's response.

Eragon held out Both his arms. He had lightning energy coursing in his left hand, while his right let out water that formed in his right. He focused the two elemental rod-shaped energies, and then clasped his hands together. As he separated his hands, a hoolahoop type ring expanded. Then the rod energies formed as one. He kept a charge in Lightning rod which would last about 5-8 minutes. The water surrounding it would create a more damaging shock to the one its trapping because of its conductive nature. Eragon stopped expanding the ring at about 1.5 feet in diameter. he was pleased and shrunk it back down in size. He then split the ring into 8 rings. The thickness he applied earlier allowed just enough rings and he slipped 1 on every finger but his thumbs. Eragon punched his hands together and electricity flowed out and sparked everywhere. By keeping the rings touching his skin, he could keep them charged until it was time. He stuck out his right hand in the air and extended his thumb and index finger, like a gun and aimed at Brophy. "Well Brophy..., you can't have my stuff, but heres a consolation prize". Eragon brought down his thumb and the ring fired at Brophy, leaving a connected trail of electricity to Eragon. Right when he fired a black void appeared between Brophy and the ring.

As former Gareon sat waiting, he thought about the place to go. He released the energy and his surroundings vanished and reappeared much different, the biggest being an expanding ring flying at him. He stepped backward, producing a dark clone where he stood before, making sure the clone only had limited energy. Even with a simple clone like that, he still fell to a knee from energy loss. As the Ring hit the clone, it wrapped around it and contained it, but because it was a simple clone, the ring cut through the dark energy like butter, which set off a reaction that turned the clone into a small burst of energy, but not enough to hurt its master. The former Garoen stood up and unsheathed his sword. "Good afternoon, I believe you are trespassing in my masters castle. Please, let me relocate you out of the castle and into hell."