[bamthedoc]

[color=royal blue]With all three on him like ants on a picnic, Darz is fighting extremely well. Though the three are as behemoths, Darz shows that his small size (comparitevely, now) is perfect for his own movement. He weaves in and out, noting how the three warriors fight. Yemeth had attempted a blow beforehand, but Darz used that assault as his own. Yemeth barely managed to withdraw his attack before striking at Abaden.

Darz: I am impressed! My brother has chosen well!
Aphra: Beware! I fear he is only showcasing a small portion of his power! And I cannot aid you!

Darz lurches forward again. His aim, this time, is simply to get in the middle of the fray, the exact center. They are fast, alright! I, however, will use that against them! Darz smirks as he continues to hold his blade made up of the seven Darkhawk Wings. He, at times, swings them -- though he only suceeds in singing the three everyonce in a while. They have also managed to strike at him, though they know the Darkhawk Wings protect him from some of their blows. Aphra stands in her self-made prison, unable to do anything to help. Her prayers won't even penetrate. All she can do is hope her healing spells can affect her allies as she casts a Group Heal spell.[/color]