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[color=FIREBRICK][b][h3]MALAKAUS FIREBELLY[/h3][/b][/color][/center]

Malakaus could feel the blade sink into his chest, between a rib and right through his lungs. It was an excruciating yet familiar feeling. He wondered if this had happened before. But those thoughts quickly gave way to more immediate matters, such as Tani stabbing him in the chest. Where it another man they would have died or at least been rendered useless. But Malakaus was no normal man. Taking all the punishment that could have been dished out to him, he wasn’t about to let this one be the last. Clenching his fist tightly, sword in hand, his armored gauntlet grabbed Tani by the arms so that she couldn’t get away. Then with all his strength, Malakaus slammed his fist right into her face and to the ground. Without her speed allowing her to dodge, his fist came like a boulder, and the possibility that Malakaus just killed her was very real. Though he wasn’t trying to, otherwise he would have just stabbed her with his sword.

After knocking Tani away Malakaus tried to turn to face his enemy, but found himself on his knees. Blood oozed from his chest and he was having a hard time breathing. Probably because of the sword in his chest. Try as he might, his wounds had been too much. First the inferno, then being slashed in the back, and now stabbed in the chest. [color=firebrick]”Pathetic… I could have survived… Worse…”[/color] Gripping the golden sword he was debating pulling the blade out, but thought against it. Surely it would just hasten his already nearing death. He looked around to the others and their gawking faces, seeing the fear in their eyes. Was he the fool for jumping in without a thought or care, or are they cowards who chose to stand back and watch him die? In the throes of his death he had to admit he, he was feeling some lingering anger. But soon he won’t be feeling much of anything.

Before he blacked out and the gods decide what to do with him, he spoke clearly over the chaos for everyone to hear him. [color=firebrick]”You’re all too weak.”[/color] And with that, his final act of defiance would be holding onto the hilt of the Golden Sword. Sure enough, if the madman had come back for it, he would have to literally pry it from Malakaus’s cold, dead hands. Even in death he wouldn’t make things easy for him.

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[color=FORESTGREEN][b][h3]ATISHA ELUVIAN[/h3][/b][/color][/center]

The blades chased after the madman even as he dived down, and Atisha was about to give chase. But before she did, she noticed yet another man approaching her rambling madness from his lips. Just as she suspected, the man wasn’t alone. She couldn’t care less about another madman to deal with, though if anything this just made the situation even more dire. The four knights were already struggling against one, and if this new stranger was as powerful or even more so, then they would have no hope against them. In fact, seeing that Maria has failed to do anything that would warrant her rank as Knight Captain, Atisha wrote her off as more of a liability.

Regardless, Atisha still had her enemy to slay. One more opponent to kill. This madman was surely on his last legs, though Atisha was starting to feel the effects of the negative aura as well. While she could maintain her current spell, she knew her next one would be substantially weaker. She hated this and how unprepared they seemed to deal with this threat. But what else could they do but fight against this overwhelming power? If she had given up in the past against foes who were stronger then her, then she would have been dead ten times over. So Atisha followed after the mad man, following his path. Though instead of landing in the wagon of hay, she jumped onto one of her ice swords, riding it down to street level where she could assult him some more with blades.

But that’s when she saw just how dire this situation was. Atisha had arrived just in time to see Tani, one of the Royal Knights, plunge a golden sword into Malakaus’s chest. And though he countered with a punch that could shatter stones, he fell to his knees shortly after. [color=forestgreen]”No, get up… Get up!”[/color] Atisha pleaded. She has seen him handle worse. He has been impaled by a hundred blades before, burned at the stake, hung for his neck, drowned in the ocean, and crushed by boulders. Yet he has always survived these things against the odds. He couldn’t fall now.

And if he did, should he die, then so would Atisha’s own limits. Malakaus was the only knight that Atisha had any faith in, and if he died then there was no saving the others. Tani had obviously turned traitor, and Maria was a lost cause. It would have to be on Atisha’s shoulders, despite her weakened state, to defeat these enemies and save this city. Because if they’re strongest couldn’t, then what hopes would anyone else have?

Twelve blades cut off the madman’s path and proceeded to attack him like twelve swordsman working in sync. Their attacks came from every angel yet never did their blades get in the way of one another. Where the madman try to duck from one blow, another blade would be there to attack him from below. If he tried to back out, another sword would stab him from behind. If he tried to even cast a spell, the blades would sooner catch him by the neck then he could whisper Gao. It seemed that seeing her friend die in battle made Atisha’s blades move faster, even weakened as she was, because now she too was putting all her remaining strength into this final attack.

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