[VoxEladrin]

((We can get moving now.))

The Dark Flame Warrior looked at the others around himself. He nodded gruffy and motioned out of the sanctuary. "We head out to our battle, our doom. Fight like you've never fought before and we may just survive these abominations called Avatars." He raised Deathscream up and the countless souls within's cries rang louder, the constant moaning and screaming with every motion of the blade. The massive blacker-than-night sword swung down and the Dark Flame Warrior charged off in a trail of purple/black flames.

He fought his way effortlessly through the waves of underlings for miles, cutting a path for the rest. When he stopped, he was infront of four of the seven Avatars. Each massive frame was a stone-gray with an equally neutral expression on their cracked faces. They each stood about ten feet tall and had massive rocky muscles. They may look like stone, but their elements were all combined. They were versatile killing machines alone and chaos bringing powerhouses in groups.

"Let's do this, HYAH!!!" The Dark Flame Warrior howled as he leapt into the air and swung Deathscream downwards, the black blade hungering for the souls which were not there. The blow glanced off of the Avatar he attacked, just as expected. It didn't even look like it tickled it.

EDIT: Final, You made the Avatars last time. If there's anything wrong with my description, you may correct it on your own post.