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Esmeralda was standing outside of the manor door, she had no idea what was going, but she knew that something was very wrong, her da had pushed her out of the manor whiched meant was wrong she wasn't going to loose anyone again, not Ecara, she could see the nager in the girl's voice. in Her growl and so Esmeralda let out her own. It was this anger that Elias had feared, when Esmeralda got angry she would be a danger, Esmeralda eyes went blood red as she charged alonside her sister.

Kellg'hn had his dance mastered, as Nelphean was fairly novice with long swords. The smaller elf was almost constantly at the short end of things. Kellg'hn was a more proficient fighter, and using familiar weapons, this fight was almost a joke, but somethign prevented him from just slaying the elf out right. The number of layers of stoneskin was getting very annoying, the elf was a pain in the neck, constantly making illusions of himself. Energies had no effect on his body, but bending light still effected his eyes. Kellg'hn was becoming furious.

Nelphean didn't stop praying to Corellon through the entire fight, he thanked Caliburn for his efforts, though they seemed short sighted. Nelphean felt that he had to change tactics, he needed to fall back into his real stances, his normal fighting styles, his more accurate and deadly weapons. Suddenly, two of his rapiers had appeared in the fray, and the elf thanked Corellon agian. Aurora had brought them, all of them. It was time for Nelphean to trade in Caliburn for a more appropriate weapon. Aurora leaped through the onslaught of blades, and switched hers with Nelphean's in one movement, which resulted with a broad sword being stabbed through her rib cage. She fell away from the frey, and crawled away. Taria rushed to her, and pulled her away from the battling behemoths.

Nelphean stood, the shards of glass had mostly been absobed by the clothes he wore. He sighed, he had been beaten again, this time without even a fight. He walked towards the exit of the room, and hear in his mind a song, a beautiful lament.

He walked from the room, and saw his brother fighting to the death with Kellg'hn. Two light swords ignighted, and he charged. Four blades hacked at two, and they were still out maneauvered...

Pheaura was contempating thisng what had happened and about if she should stay or leave the manor. A rucus outside stirred her from her thoughts. She peered out. All hell had broken loose. She grabbed her scythe and leaped from the window. At the last second She conjured her wings as she grazed the gorund. She knew who the main target was. It was the drow that had earlier hurt Brightblade. She charged for him.

((and for the fun of it))

This was Taig's chance while everyone was among the chaos which he loved so much he could go after the rest of Aura and get what he needed from her. No one would even notice him.

Ke'Nel was supported byt the twin gargoyles, and he looked at his wounds. The daggers had disappeared. He sang the song of Corellon that would bring forth the miracle of curing these wounds. When he was finished, he had the twins take him to the field. He imidiately set about his work, reviving the wounded. Rain was near death, and kellendel should be dead, but happily they lived. Monolith fared the worste, and Sylphina suffered the least. The elf was happy that he was able to restore his kin.

Pheaura had the drow in her sites, but another force hit her and stopped her in her tracks. Taig was back for the rest of Aura. She turned back to the manor. As she searched for Nighblade's mind. "Taig is back for the rest of Aura," she shouted in her mind, she hoped it reached him. She dashed back towards the manor. Sure enough Taig was there hovering over Aura's body, ready to finshing draining her of everything.

"Don't think you will easily stop me this time. He pulled out his twin scimitars and walked slowly towards Pheaura. "Aura has taught me plenty." In fluid movments he made the blades dance around Pheaura.

Pheaura stepped back and doged. He was fast. It took a lot of concentration for her not to trip and fall. Which was exactly what he wanted. Without the slightest second for concentration Pheaura could not use her powers.

Three great warriors, each a master of their style, fell upon Kellg'hn with little to no avail. He remained scarless, and the others seemed to weaking normally with each failed assult. Nelphean, who had been there the longest, was slowing down, his blades found no home in that impenetrable shield that was that stupid whip. He had a crazy idea, he throw his body at it.

Nelphean fell upon the whip, and grabed the handle as a sword bashed into his back, he fliped the handle from the grip, and smiled as he was thrown across the toom and into a sofa, which topled with his weight. Undamaged. The elf lay stil, he rolled onto his stomach, then sat up. "I am out..." he breathed, he couldn't risk his life like that again, how could he look at Bastet...

Malik threw up a shielding of dark magic, protecting himself from Elias' venom. before he stood, wobbly, mentaly reeling.

"I was told to lure you here. I assume Fenix used this as a distraction to get you here...but I think he overplayed his hand. Cymarron is about to Ascend, become my father's greatest creation."

He picked up Malvolence.

"The deal was I get him what he wants, he gets me what I want. the conduit, Aurahkah. But this deal is not what I had in mind. I'm not bait. I was under the impression that his solider would be here, to handle you."

He looked at the three.

"But, I've been betrayed, left to rot now that his soldier can go after your Manor. So you have my assistance, if you want it. I don't take kindly to being used. and we best hurry, once he Acends, you got about ten minutes before his body shuts down, and he possibly kills himself."

He followed the three..not that he liked it..and tried himself to bring down this single powerful warrior, assisting the three that had come after him orginally.

Cymarron saw him, and saw him handle the elves..and his mind cracked open. Rage, anger, pain. a Psionic wave rippled off him, and he moved at a speed that simply made him..appear in places. his body was hot, smoking. burning up it's resources so fast that the skin under his fur turned bright red, like he was being sunburned, or cooked...which was the case. interal bodily fluids boiling. lung expelling smoke..adn all his fury, all his rage, all his pain..directed at one being..and lord help whatever came between him, and it...claws fangs, blades, atztec magic manifestign them on teh spot to be stabbed, slice, thrown...at everything and anything between him and his prey.

Taig had hte upper hand. He kept slashing at Pheaura. His face a contorted smile. He was wearing her down slowly. The longer he kept this up the better chance he had at killing the most powerful angel he knew. Angel's could die remember, but they can only be killed by other angels, demons, or fallen. The knowledge that Taig was winning made him cocky, which left him open for mistakes.

Pheaura was barely keeping up. A couple of times she felts the iron bite into her flesh. She could feel burning where the wounds were bleeding. But she kept moving waiting for a mistake. And he made one. In trying to cut her throat with the scimitars, Taig left himself open. Pheaura took advantage. She sliced at him with her scythe. She caught his flesh and left a nasty wound tha would turn into an even nastier scar. In an instant she grabbed control and threw him back against the wall.