The appearance of the sun had been the undoing of the Klug. While it had allowed them to destroy the shadow beasts, it had panicked them into deploying their secret weapon early, and now they were quickly falling to pieces on the battlefield. The Zealots, Shaige, and the Pain Elements dealt such casualties to the Klug that they in general ceased to be an effective fighting force. It would be very costly for the Pain Elementals to commit the final assault on the Temple, given all the mages defending it, but they had sufficient numbers and speed, and feared no death. Soon, almost all of the Klug that had not been cut down fled the battle, some attempting to evacuate their people, but there was simply no where to run. Still the final steps of the battle would take some time to happen, and with all the smoke, chaos, and death, there was opportunity for another small battle to take place.

As Soran ran forward, he would see an ill, unnatural mist suddenly sweeping over him, rising from the ground. Fangir and Soran would suddenly find themselves unable to see each other in the thick cloying mist.

"I don't think I can save my people... But I'll be damned, quite literally if this battle is any indication, if I'm not getting some vengeance." A voice rang out to them, distant and echoing in the mist.

Then a sudden swish. Fangir would see the champion, pipe burning in his mouth, eyes glowing a dull blue in the pattern of a cat's eye, with two gauntleted hands, tensing up into fists. "Boo." Was the word, cold breath like ice, before a fist went swinging at his chest. Given the magical looking nature of the icy gauntlet, it would not seem wise to be hit by it to most. But hey, maybe Fangir was into that sort of thing.