Algar's fourth meeting with ancestor. HIGH COD

 Waking up another morning, Algar would do his daily morning routines to get started for the day. He had recently gotten over the blow to his self esteem from Hanson, so now he figured that the best way to get back in action was to go on a little adventure.

Rushing downstairs with his gear on, he waved by to his parents and family, soon to rush out of the door and on his way up mount Frostvale. Or so that he called it.

Hours upon upons, Algar would climb the steep trail to finally reach the top of the mountain which Frostvale could be seen bellow. Taking deep breaths, Algar would look around to find a branch laying about somewhere but none came to his eye. So his only next option was to gather some on his own.

Glaring at a nearby tree, he would walk over to it and pull out his knife to soo cut off pieces of it to use for a fire. Then cutting off a huge branch to sit on. As time went on. He was soon sitting on the large branch he had cut down and sitting infront of a fire pit. Later on he would pull out his water sack to sip from the containments inside
(Algar Draconis)
 The frigid air was calming to the Drakanite, whereas some would perhaps be dissuaded by the concept of even stepping foot north of Danarium into FrostVale, it had been the only place he felt truly at home.

He slowly made his way to his favourite spot in FrostVale. It was a bit of a journey, however the atmosphere helped him to clear his mind.

Along his walk, his wisp friend had come from out his pocket, flickering about and following him around. At first it had been unnerving, basically having to take care of another life form, but as time went on soon he realised that he wasn't taking care of the wisp, it was taking care of him.

His spot was in the distance, moments away from relieving his problems of the day with some deep meditation.

He halted, as he could feel another presence lingering around, his wisp clinging closer to him. He reached for the hilt of his blade, with his cloak covering him it was unseen.

"Hello there" he said with a wave and a subtle smirk

Srill ever weary of the impending danger that this world presents.
(Marc Frass)
As Algar corked back his water sack, he looked out into the distance wondering what the world had held. The farthers he had even been was a town called Nostvale. Not even that, he was on the outskirts of the village and never went inside. Deep down inside he admired his father and sister always going out and having fun but him. He was the one who took in the safety of Frostvale. Even up so far up high, he felt like he was safe. The feeling of this height would usually be something for people to awe. But for him, this height was nothing in comparasion of what he had saw when he was talking to Hanson. The sight hadn't even came close, but yet. He didn't know when he would ever get the chance to talk to Hanson again, it had seemed that Hanson was the one who controlled their encounters. But again, Algar did remember when Hanson told Algar that he must prove himself first to see him again, or something along those lines.....

Getting up from his spot, Algar would walk over to the mountain side and reflect on his thoughts. One did he will go out there, but until then. He had to get stronger. No more holding back. He needed to uplift his name and not let others look down upon him. He was already apart of a high clan and he bares the Draconis name. On top of that he is an Allmiker.

Breathing in the chilly air, Algar reflected on what had happened three months ago. As to what had ticked off Hanson, he just asked a question and he knew that Hanson didn't need to go that far to hurt him. But yet he did. Maybe he was to weak for that Ancestral Wrath.

Hello there

Algar turned around grabbing at his belt and pulling his dagger free with his hand, soon to point it on the incoming person. Not knowing if it was a bandit or someone who had ment him harm had approached him. He was on edge today and he wouldn't allow for someone to get the jump on him. But if the stranger had deemed so. Algar probably wouldn't have sensed it until that last moment. Which was something that he in general slacked. He needed to get his senses up.

Algar casted his crytsal blue eyes on Marc Frass. Analyzing him and looking at him all over. But came up with nothing. With a deep sigh he would drop his weapon and shrug his shoulders.

"Sorry for all of that, I just thought you were a bandit or something. . .. haha" he said as he started to put his dagger back into his belt soon to slide it into sheath. His hands now free he would say.

"Well what are you doing up here so early in the morning?"
(Algar Draconis)
He chuckled to himself, he released his grip on his blade

"It's not an issue, you can never be too careful, right?"

"My purpose is meditation, however i am not one to pass down the company of others"

"What brings you here?"

The teen was pulsating with untapped potential, it came as no surprise that he did not know the power he possesed within him. He hoped whenever he decided to unlock his innate ability, it would be for the right side. A decision only this boy could make.

He stared off over the cliff, mesmerised by the crystal lake, it felt as though his worries had faded away, though ever present, it momentarily left his thoughts.

Waiting for the boys response, he would seem to be an interesting soul.
(Marc Frass)
Algar would laugh along with the stranger. Then he would listen to him explain his reason for being up here.

What brings you here?

Algar would sigh and say "I just felt like getting out y'know. Was locked up in the house so I felt like getting some air." he would stretch out his arms with a slight nod.

"Was hoping to get some practice in"
(Algar Draconis)
"Practice?, practice what exactly" he inquired intrigued

Still facing the waters. he directed his attention to the pit, the fire slowly crackling from it was invigorating, he made his way over to the fire, placing his hand in the flames, he whispered a prayer to Ryujin. It had been an offering letting Ryujin know that he was nothing more than a humble servant seeking his guidance.

He returned his gaze upon the boy that stood before him, so little is known on him, maybe it was time to ask a few more questions. Maybe there paths had been meant to cross. But for what reason?

"Where are you from might i ask?, and also what is your name?"
(Marc Frass)
Practice?

Algar would nod in response and cross his arms as he would make his way back over to the brach he was sitting down on and sat down.

Soon he would watch the Marc bend over to the fire pit and send out a prayer to a god that he must worship. But judging by his eyes previvously. It must have been Ryujin. He was a Drakanite, just like him. But they differ'd in one way even if they had the same racials. He had slitted eyes while Algar didn't. Algar's eyes were normal pupils of that as a humans. Algar wasn't much onto the Drakanite side. Never had once seen his own scales or has been able to perform half shift. Nor was he the one to be resistant to the cold. He felt it always brushing upon his skin. But due to him living in Frostvale since he was the age of 9. He had gotten used to it.

Algar would then hear Marc ask him where he was from and what was his name.

He responded "I'm from Frostvale and the name is Algar A. Draconis, supposively the heir to the Draconis clan"
(Algar Draconis)
 Another inhabitant of FrostVale. It would make sense, as he did not seem fully affected by the blistering cold that presented itself in this frozen tundra.

"Was the Draconis clan to mean something?, i apologise for my ignorance, it is my first time hearing of such a clan"

Though the boy showed no clear signs of his Drakanite abilities. It was clear from his scent. What he had been.

His wisp seemed to be alarmed. as though there was something approaching, but not as before. It had been slightly comforted by the other presence.

Which had only meant one thing,

Plunging his sword into the snow, he turned towards the direction, awaiting the familiar presence.
(Marc Frass)
 Humming to himself he continued to walk past the two individuals, oddly present at the back of Frostvale, his new preffered abode.
It was quiet, simple and void of other persons...A perfect place for him to practice his magical arts.
He shifted his eyes to the left, and uttered under his breath "Marc."
A dramatic greeting no less, executed exactly as intended.

He gave no greeting to the other, as he was not known by Dermisio, at least not yet.
Only time could tell.
Maybe he will become important to the plot?
Maybe not....

(Dermisio)
Upon Marc's reply to his announcement of his name. Algar would say "Something like that." then Marc would turn around and stab his weapon into the snowy ground that laid beneathe the two. Algar would soon follow the man's gaze with his own to see a figure appear out into the distance. Algar now rested his hand on the hilt of his dagger.

The new comer would soon announce the Marc's name and just give him a blank expression. Which he didn't mind at all. But for some odd reason he seemed a bit shady. So he would state

"So who are you?"
(Algar A. Draconis)
"I'm me. And yourself?" He would reply, still staring forward, not even making eye contact with the individual. It was not a sign of disrespect but more of a lack of interest.
Surely he would not just reveal his intentions or his identity without much of a reason to do so.
He had changed, if not permanently, just for a while, and the new him would not divulge that much information. Not unless he had to.
(Dermisio)
 Taking a step forward towards the new character. His energy shroud would now find its way upon himself. As an act of finding out who this character was. He didn't want any unnessary fighting, but if it had to go there. Algar wasn't new to any fighting. So he was ready at a moments notice
(Algar A. Draconis)
Still eyeing the individual, a magical aura surrounding him, he knew what could possibly be coming.
Though he didn't allow his aura to flare up, the individual should be now aware that he weilded some type of power himself. To fight him or to not would be up to them completely.
His mana orb could be seen viciously circling him, twice as fast as before at least.
He was ready for anything that would come next.
(Dermisio)
Casting his crystal blue eyes at the stranger, he would anaylze him. Observing his every move.

"So are you going to say something? Or are you just going to stand there." Now Algar would await for the mans next move. Seeing if he was going to rush him or stay where he was at. He didn't like sudden appearances. Nor did he like unexpected visitors. If the man wouldn't explain himself or his doing. This encounter would have to get physical

(Algar A. Draconis)
Still unmoving, eyeing the stranger as well as his mana orb at the same time, both barely visible out of the corner of his eyes.
He uttered "I have naught to say. And what of you?"
This meeting was becoming more and more hostile as time grew on.
He wasn't sure what to make of it, but he continued as he did, the only way he found suitable.`
(Dermisio)
 " That if you don't speak up, you should just keep moving on." he then continued to stare down the man as he had no clue what to expect next. he knew that the scene was hetic and that he normally didn't act like this, but he felt that if the two were to fight that it would be a nice experiance and a way for him to get back on his feet. It's been so long since the last time that he fought anyone.
(Algar A. Draconis)
 Turning to the young man before him, his near lifeless eyes, meeting his.
"Well, I refuse." Dermisio said, barely audibly over the sound of wind and falling snow.

His companion Marc would not be used to this type of behaviour, but things chance, and so do people.
Whether temporary or permanently.

His attention back to the one before him, though physically it always was, he awaited another reply.
(Dermisio)
Well I refuse

Algar would soon take a step back and cross his arms. Taking his hands off of his dagger.

"Well if you going to come and be so ignorant and refuse to tell me your beings here and then refuse. You must of came for a fight which im willing to give" he said. His aura was still shining bright around him.
(Algar A. Draconis)
 The Drakanite heard a quarrel in the distance, steadily breaking through his gaze into the sea. He turned around to notice his friend, and the stranger had appeared to have been caught in a disagreement.

He could not hold his friends hand anymore, he could not protect him, if this was his decision he would do nothing more than to support him, and have his back if needs be.

Clenching tightly on the hilt of his sword, he hoped no harm would be done to his friend. For then there would be no telling what would become of his peaceful demeanor.

"Stay strong" He said in a hushed tone towards his friend
(Marc Frass)
 A surge of magic building within him, he mentally prepared himself with the few moments he had before the bout about to occur.
"Let's do this." he told himself.
(Dermisio)
With a smirk, Algar grabbed out his blade from his belt. Flipping it into the air, grabbing it with his other hand. "Alright, lets get to it then.... How about this. We dont stop fighting until the other can barely stand. Got it?"

and with that. Algar rushed forward towards his victim.Grabbing his katana which rested on his back with his left hand
(Algar A. Draconis)
"What the-"
Despite his efforts, he was pushed back.
It was as if, he was nothing.
As if...he was weak.
"Dammit." he muttered to himself, face almost buried in the snow.
Brushing himself off, he stood once more to face his opponent.

So much for acting tough.
(Dermisio)
Algar would go at the older boy with countless of fast and swift attacks. Coming from all angles. Appearing from the rear end, sides and front. Before he knew it. The older man was standing down before him, weak and out of breath while he stood up without breaking a sweet.

The beam that he sent out did hurt him badly though. But he played it off. "Come on now. You have to have more strength than that now"
(Algar A. Draconis)
Algar would watch the older man come up again, which he would charge him down. Slamming his dagger back into his belt, Algar used his free hand and placed his palm into the mans stomach, sending him flying back with an energy blast. Soon to appear right behind the lad with his katana in both hands and slammed his hilt into Dermisio's back. Halting his sudden movement.

Then Algar flipped himself over into the sky and came down with his foot. Slamming Dermisio into the ground with all his force. Causing Dermisio him to fall head first into the ground. Causing the surroundings erupt and fly away.

Algar would then land on the ground and then walks over to pick up his katana from the ground. Soon to cast his crytsal blue eyes on the fellow. He saw that his brutal impacts upon the man left him bleeding in multiple places. But mostly from his head. He couldn't tell if he broke a bone somewhere in his head. But the lad had surely seemed defeated.

"Looks like im the victor....." with that he would stare at Marc as if he was going to come at him aswell. Holding his katana in hand. He was prepared for another fight
(Algar A. Draconis)
Blood seeping into his eyes, his vision now blurred. He would look up, at the surroundings.
The liquid filled with Iron may have hurt his eyes, but the loss hurt his pride.
Dragging himself to the side, he leaned against the castle walls, his mana orb nearly lifeless, floating as slow as he could move.

"Yes." he would mutter, the young lad was indeed the victor.
Unsure of how one so young was so strong, he lay there, questioning.
Perhaps the lad was not strong...but he was infact....

"Weak."
(Dermisio)
He looked towards the boy, he knew the outcome of this battle before it begun. He had no time to waste picking a fight the boy.

Dashing towards his friend, he tore a piece of cloth from his cloak to help stop the bleeding, holding him upright and instructing the wisp to heal him, it obeyed him with no issues. Almost as if he knew.

Tears building in his eyes

"When... when would you have told me that.... all your training, was in dark magic.... when did this change occur"

The Drakanite struggled with whether or not to kill him for keeping this a secret or to keep tending to his wounds. He chose the latter

His silence took over, as it seemed everything was not as perfect as he had originally thought.
(Marc Frass)
In the Darkness, And through the snow. The Armored Figure moved forth, through the blizzard. He gazed forth seeing a fight and began to move towards it.

He slowly moved towards it as his horned helmet sat a-top his head. Hiding his true features from there eyes. "Hmm Interesting, Maybe I should have a look?" He spoke to himself as he'd moved over and began to watch as the fight took place. Once it was over he moved forth and clapped his hands together. "Well done, well done. You beat someone weaker and older then you. Well done."

His dark voice spoke as his armor clanged together. The clapping didn't sound normal either. it seemed...empty almost. His feet stomping into the icy ground, He stared over at the younger lad with a what seemed to be a dark menacing glare. Or was it just cause the armor looked like that? At the current point in time the armored one just stared as Ice began to form in his hands. "I wonder how skilled you really are." It spoke as the winds began to pick up, around the area.
(Darius Carsio)
Algar would soon turn around as he saw that Marc had changed his focus towards his injured friend. But suddenly he felt a weird sense in the air around him. Like a dark depraved feeling. His sense screamed at him. Telling him to not turn back around and just run for home. Even after this victory and him knowing his own skills. All of his senses were screaming at him to

Run

But he didn't. Instead he turned around and looked at who had entered the scene. It was an armored figure whose voice had brought a chill to Algar's spine. He walked in so carefree as if he could take all of them at once. The way he had shone himself reminded him of his father. Strong and unbreakable. Standing there in awe and fear. Unable to talk or move. All he had done was stand there and listen to the chilling voice compliment him upon his victory. Then he would question his skill. To which Algar had finally had caught up with himself and said.

"Alright.... Well same-..... same rules apply. Fight the other until the loser cannot fight back. " he said weakly but tried to put base in his voice
(Algar A. Draconis)
Algar would slowly, raise his katana in one hand as he held his his knife in the other. Still having his energy shroud burning brightly around him.

"Two fights in one day eh?" he said a bit cowardly but determined. Crouching low, Algar knew he had to give it his all. He did not have a good feeling about this armored figure at all
(Algar A. Draconis)
"Rules...ey? Thinking on that he chuckled. "Well...then by the way you know how cold it is around here right?"


He would ask pointing about to the Cold storms that hailed over. "Cause it's about to get really cold." He spoke in a dark chilling voice. his right arm shot out of his cape, with a very large weapon in hand. What seemed to be..An Axe in hand. The blade was coated in Ice it seems.

"Hehe...So let's see which one of us will be on the ground first. Glaring over his smile could not be seen, could he even smile was the question? For all Algar knew is he was about to have. Avery Bad time.
(Darius Carsio)
Rushing from the Front, Algar would charge the armored figure head first. Hoping that the first one to strike would be the first one to win. Coming from the front with both weapons low to the ground. He circled around the figure and came from the rear. Striking at once. Soon to flip over and release relentless attacks from the front and sides. Coming at all angles, hoping to catch him off guard. He knew that the armor of the unknown figure would protect him from most blows. But he also knew that if he struck hard and fast enough. That he could win.

The battle went on for about an hour. Algar was struck multiple times in the chest with ice, sending back multiple times. He was thankful of his sister giving him that chestpiece cause without it, he would've been dead. But soon the battle would come to a close. Darius would shoot a torret of water towards Algar. To which his eyes would flare up in fear. Soon images of his battle with Judas would flood back into his mind. Scaring him deeply. Causing him to jump in frieght. Falling to the ground he would soon be tormmented by the torturing that he endured.

Soon Darius would charge him, thinking as if he had the upper edge. But still in fear. Algar didn't want to die. Shoving his katana towards his feet. He would kick it out towards the being. He even watched it impale the armored figure. Bringing it to a halt. But to him it didn't seem as if he had killed it yet.

Algar shook violently in fear as now he was only armed with his knife. Images would flash in and out of him being brutally totured by water and blood magic. Causing him to lose himself completey to fear
(Algar A. Draconis)
The battle had kicked off about for an hour, Darius's power of ice and Wind, and water being used against the boy as he moved forth, swinging the Axe coated in ice. "Come on, Show me your fighting power!" He shouts as Ice began to fly towards him

He seemed to have been caught in the moment, only finding it fun to have a fight as he swung the axe rapidly and charged. But the fight ended with him manging to disarm him.

The boy had stabbed his Katana through his arm and into his chest. Luckly the sword managed to miss his ribs and go through the holes of his bones inside. "Huh...The sword..?" Slowly he'd removed the katana from his chest. No blood was shown as he was slowly grab the blade of it and then crush it. in his hands. Breaking the blade and making it useless for now. "You'll be needing to buy a new sword...now." He spoke and slowly walked towards him as Ice formed in his hands.
(Darius Carsio)
Charging forth after he broke the Katana Ryujiin's Revenge, He infact had no idea what he had broken but he didn't care. He charged forth using his axe and also as a side move. Used the broken blade and stabbed the boy into the side with the blade.

Oh what an insult too injury that was. "Hahahaha!

His cackling laugh booming out as he'd swung blunt end of the axe into his head. His leg moving up and kicking him in the stomach and the other into his tender places.

Swinging his shield over it would crack into the side of his jaw. Sending him flying to the ground.

"Come now...get up." He spoke and slammed his foot into the hilt of the blade ramming it in deeper. Before Kicking him away, and sending him into the trees. Waiting for him to get up.
(Darius Carsio)
Algar was scared shitless. Having the armored warrior using water against him, and how it was so close to hit him. Algar almost broke down completey. He surprised himself just buy acting in such a rash manner in throwing the katana into the guy..... Which was later broken. Johnathan and Kara was going to kill him. Destroying such a vaulable sword was something that he imagined that no one could do, but he had.

Algar would then get up, vibrating rapidly as he couldn't get his bearings. Soon the armored figure had looked like Judas himself. Laughing at him mockingly as he stood there weak and defenseless. Before he knew it, Darius( looking like Judas Valco) charged him. Causing him to jump back, droppping his knife to the floor. He would dive down to the ground and fumble with it. Trying to pick it back up. As he had done so, Algar stood up quickly in fear trying to not let Darius get near him. But he failed. Terribly. As he glanced up with his knife in hand and his energy shroud now wavering due to his fear. He saw just a figure dash past him and a horrific pain explode through his side and a booming laugh following it. Dropping to his knees, Blood would form at his mouth which he would soon cough out. Algar woudl then turn weakly to look where the image of Judas had went. He soon then found himself looking at the blunt end of an axe, which had suddenly slammed into his face. The momentum of the blow was carrying him to the side, soon to send him flying until Darius had kicked him straight into the stomach, sending him flying out into the snowy field. Soon to come to an halt. Then the figure had came ontop of him, and drove his shield into his jaw, breaking it and sending him back some more.

Come now...get up".

Soon more pain would explode from his side, before he was sent flying again to a tree's base. Having him collide into it.

Dazed and lost, Algar tried to stand up once more. But couldn't he couldn't even talk. His jaw was hanging out open and his limbs felt as if they were non existant. Algar was posted up in a sitting position at the tree's base. His head lolle'd to the side as blood seeped from his mouth. He tried to get up, but even breathing had hurt him. He couldn't even stand up, much less defend himself. But he didn't want to die here. He had so many things to do. He hadn't even had the chance to kiss a girl! Much less date one. But now he had no chance of ever experiancing something like that. He wouldn't sit on the throne. He wouldn't ever made his parents feel proud of him. Not just saying but meaning it. None of that would happen now.

Soon his eyes felt weak, they started to close. But Algar tried to fight it. But it just wasn't working. They started to close and soon they were shut. Algar had then entered complete darkness. He stayed there, and floated around as if nothing ever mattered. He didn't want to accept it but here it was coming. Soon he wouldn't exist, and no one would know about his where abouts. He would die alone. He feared it. Deeply.

Crying, Algar was sobbing terribly. Weeping as he was about to die alone. Forgotten and lonely. But he didn't want to accept it, so he stayed in that empty of darkness.
So thats it? Your just gonna give up?

A odd yet strangely fimilar voice would come up, and speak to him.

Well, I see that your determined. You got the stuff kid. I guess there are second chances in the world. So get up, and show that armored freak to never 'Fuck' with an Allmiker. This is your last chance Algar, You said that you wanted to learn Ancestral Wrath. Well here it is!

Algar would soon recognize the voice. It was Hanson. His ancestor. Before he knew it. He was pumped up with energy. He felt his self rejuvenized. Soon the darkness that he once saw had turned into a brillant bright blue light.

Arrgh!

A huge shockwave of energy blown away at the area as he was now standing up at what used to be the base of a tree. A brillant bright and shockingly aura now surrounded him. Blazing brighter than before. For some reason he felt stronger overall, his recent injures had felt as if they hadn't happened before. He felt like a new man. His vision even felt different as they were now burning with blue energic hue. Suddenly he felt a shift in his surroundings. Noticing that he was still in the middle of a fight.

Soon to walk over to his gear which he left on the ground and withdrew an emerald like blade.Swinging it about he would beckon the armored being towards him with his free hand while he said.

"Lets finish what we started" Algar soon felt a presence watching him, but this time on his side. He assmued it was Hanson and he felt him nod in agreeance
(Algar A. Draconis)
Algar would come at the figure with his Emerald blade drawn high by his side as he came at the figre. Determination had struck him, he had a new attitude. Charging at the cladded being as he looked like the Judas who Algar came at him with new found speed and struck at the armored figures front. Attacking him from both sides, the two would go at it for hours on end. The two would collide weapons, Axe to sword. Both of them experianced in sword play. Ice shards would scrap against Algar's being, bruising and cutting him in multiple places. Algar had sent off waves of energy towards him too, dealing harm with each hit. When the battle was coming to an end as, Algar parried his attack to attack him with his free fist. Slamming it into his chest. Denting it in. But not breaking it.

Algar clenched his teeth as he felt the pain vibrate in his body but soon he wanted the character to feel the same amount of damage so he then opened his fist and placed his palm on the figures chest and blew him back with an energy blast.

Watching as it flew back, he wouldn't waste a second to go after him, soon to appear above him with a round house kick as he ended up spinning side ways in the air and slammed the being down into the ground. Causing the snow explode upwards from the impact into the ground. Then algar would raise his sword and continue to hack at it. Kept on hacking at the Darius, who at the time had the image of Judas. Kept on hacking and hacking at the figure denting its armor and cutting into pieces of it. Until he finally raised it up and stabbed it into his rib. Then he would start hammering down upon the cladded being with his fist. He kept on hammering down on it with his fist until he couldn't swing his fist anymore.

He stood over the figure, breathing heavily. Blood dripped from his body as he stood over the Darius. Panting, he would reach over with his right hand and take out the Ryujiin's Revenge from outside of him and toss it to the floor. He soon did look at his fists as he they were bare to the bone. He peeled his flesh from pletting the armor with his fist. They were now running with blood. But he couldn't feel it at all. All he felt was numbness run through his being.

Casting his now brillant and blue energtic eyes, that is rushing with power,upon the being. He said "Whose laughing now. . . . Heh. . . . ." he started to wave back and forth as now his new-like aura had vanished from him. His eyes returning to their own crysal blue color, and soon. He felt all the pain strike him at once.

"Your..... good-..... ugghhh." The words left his mouth as Algar fell to the ground beside Darius. His body couldn't take the intense pain which had suddenly came back to him. His body was also exhausted to the point where it needed rest to come back. Algar was now passed out beside the fallen warrior
(Algar A. Draconis)
The fight began  and he had asked for more then he could chew.

 "Ah shit."  He spoke as he suddenly being attacked with that strange engery of his again. He'd raised ice to try and slow him down as he swung the axe about in attempts to take him down.


 "Good...show me what you can do!"  He shouted in the exicment of the fight as his body began to take in more hits from him, more and more till the battle was over with a sword now impaled in through his armor again, And he managed to cut through one of the ribs.

Once he saw the boy fall..he'd removed the blade from his chest and threw it to the side.

Walking over he began to clean the boy's wounds, using his water magic to douse it and applying some bandages to keep them sealed. He slowly picked him up and picked up[ all the boy's weapons and gear. He was taking them as ...Trophey's for now. and he was also one.  "Luckly I ain't killing you, I atleast have honor."  His cold voice spoke. As he began to walk off with him.
(Darius Carsio)
He'd began to make a fire, using two sticks and friction to do the work. He'd began to heat up the fire using his wind magic to keep the winds back from it so it didn't blow out.

He'd took a stick and began to lift it towards the boy's wounds and burn them shut.  "Three littles horses going through a meadow. Three little horses going through a meadow"  The dark figure began to hum and sing a small child like tune as he worked.

After 30 minutes of handling the wounds. And also tying him up just incase he woke up. Along with his mouth gagged. He was finished. and Hauled him over his back again. And started to go on moving.
(Darius Carsio)