[H1]Lancelot[/h1]

The air was cool, I stood in the middle of the intersection and waited. I didn't need to hide, I had little to hide from and I was difficult to identify for all but those with the strongest magic sight. I waited still. Suddenly a wave of energy washes over me. It's sickening, headache inducing. I hear my human cry out in pain telepathically. James! He is far more magically sensitive than I, this must be blinding! [I]"Cover me!"[/I] he shouts, and I begin scanning for opponents. Sure enough, a burly looking spirit covered head to toe in shining steel armor comes around the corner. His dead, emotionless eyes look in my direction; constantly trying to lock on to something but just slipping away. 

[I]"James, shall I draw Arondight?"[/i] I ask.

[I]"No." I said, "We don't want to go all out quite yet. Let's leave them a little, suprise."[/i]

I feel his soulshard being relinquished to me. It swirls and solidifies, taking the form of a German zweihander. Nice, but not quite my taste. My grip tightens as I attempt to lose myself in battle. Before my concentration is complete, a bright light opens up behind me. Instantly, I whiput around 90 degrees and faced both of them, one on my left, one on my right. The newcomer is an angel, problematic but 2v1 is nothing I can't handle. She calls out to us; 

[i]"I heard a gunshot. Who are you and why are you attacking innocent people?"[/i] Her head turns to me, [i]"Are you here to stop them?"[/i]

Before I can answer, my master begins speaking for us. I don't what was said but suddenly the angel is attacked by a large military looking man and my master joins the fray. With the angel seemingly non hostile at this point, I focus on occupying the spirit in front of me. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the din of battle. Explosions and crashing sounds rage around us, and fade as I blot out all distractions. I manipulate master's soulshard, transforming it into a leaf bladed longsword. The borders of my body erased, I am in tune with the world around me.

To the left I sense a life force go dark, and with its passing the mana of the spirit in front of me drops drastically. My chance! I take off like a bullet, attacking the spirit with a vicious overhead strike. He raises his tonfa in a defensive, cross armed stance, but my blow cleaves clean through the weakened spirits weapons, and the arms behind them. His arms severed at the fore, he staggers back; his lifeless eyes betraying no emotion even in the face of death. He closes them and looks skyward, as if to tell me to get it over with. I am about to strike, when I sense his power rising. He's going to self destruct! I summon all my strength, and Sparta kick him down the street, mere moments before detonation. The explosion illuminates the street briefly, complimenting the setting sun. A small crater is left where the spirit used to be, the fire still burning.

As I watch him burn in his own pyre, a blast of lighting hits me square in the back. I grimace in pain as the blast knocks me on my face, the electricity numbing my muscles. I get back up, my mouth tasting like copper, all in all not really worse for wear. As I turn around, a skeletal beast swings at me, fully intent on taking my head off! I parry the blow, the grim scythe leaving a chip in the blade of my sword. I could repair it, but I'll never win with this weapon. [I]"James, I'm switching to Arondight!"[/i]

He responds grudgingly. [I]"Alright. Let's try to make this as short as possible."[/i]

I strike at the beast and leap back, forcing some distance between us. Then, I begin to draw my true sword. The white fog disguising me swirls into my hand, condensing into a gold and silver blade almost as long as I am tall. As this work of art materializes, my disguising fog disappears. Revealing my shimmering gold and silver armor. My eyes gleam through the slit of my helm, and I grasp my sword confidently. Now the REAL battle begins.