Eliphas felt his helmet get pulled off and as Valken did so a rush of heat will shoot up as flames replaced the helmet on top. Eliphas's face was not appealing to the eye. Ugly and grotesque and covered in flames. His flame body still in effect. He growled and stabbed his claymore into the ground and with a free hand he summoned a long flame whip that had four hooked ends to it. He then swung it the whip going right for Ishmael's throat. "No more games!.." He yelled. Ishmael rose his sword in attempt to block as well as moving his head back a little. The hooks only managed to scratch his face as they wrapped against his sword. Eliphas then tug on the whip pulling Ishmael towards him and when Ishmael got close to him the demon grabbed hold of the paladin and then they were gone. Vanished into thin air as the demon teleported them both far away from the reaches of help. 

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 Silver the great dragon waited for the perfect moment watching Alduin to the best he could. He had to make a move and now was the best time as ever. He wished Jauffre was here with him but he would have to make do with his own strength. He charged out flapping his wings and took in a breathe of air and then exhaled a cone of fire towards the evil dragon in hopes of burning him.

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 Ishmael found himself in secluded spot somewhere nearby the mountains. Eliphas letting him go and tossed him aside. The demon dismissed the whip and began to pace around the knight. Ishmael held his sword closely not sure as to what the demon was planning. The demon was unarmed though, was he tempting him to attack and then surprise him with something he did not expect?. 
"Are you not going to attack me holy soldier?.." He said to him and Ishmael snorted at the sounds of the demons voice. The demon had enough of playing around and was showing its true colors. It's helmet gone it had nothing to protect its helmet. Was it that confident in winning? Ishmael thrust his sword at Eliphas sending out another holy bolt. Eliphas simply teleported and countered with some Ishmael did not have the experience with. He was being lifted up but nothing it would seem. The demon was using telekinesis, and he was to soon feel a true meaning of pain as he rose up high and then thrown to the ground with such force it knocked the wind out of him. "Damn it...." 
"Damn it indeed,.. I was playing with you at first and now I will unleash all of my power upon you." He said and moved a hand towards Ishmael and launched a fireball. The ball smacked into the ground beside Ishmael sending him flying into a tree. He felt a crack within his body as he knew that a few ribs had just been broken. The pain was nothing though. "Lay on hands!...." He yelled hitting his hand to the ground but before the spell could heal him. Eliphas countered with a spell that thwarted the healing. "Magic circle against good!" after this ishmael began to really worry now. He had underestimated the demon but he felt every moment only stalled Eliphas's judgement on his friends. Right now running was not a option and he would give Eliphas his all. Even if his death was soon to come. He looked up to see Eliphas right there two inches from him. The last thing he saw was a large black metal boot slam into his face the lights going out. Eliphas then began to laugh and reached down to grab the knight. He then began walking towards the large mountain.