[Pale_Horse]

Part 1 Cont.

A "call to arms" is yelled by the ego driven pally, and numerous watchers are now leaping threw newly cut holes in the cage, each possesing a feeling of power about them. To their surprise, a strong wind is within the pit, ripping them from their feet, throwing them all against the walls, unable to move.
Inner peace fills the elder as a hand touches his shoulder. He tenses for a second, but is calmed with
"Relax now, ye are with friends." His wounds magically disappear, blood vanishes, and strength slowly returns, but the hurricane winds subside.
Their is a look of acknowledgement in the changelings eyes. As a reply, Zavier nods his head, and a thought later wisp appears, they are both endowed with a red glow.
Flanking the healing druid on both sides, worriors of all kind begin to attack both wearwolf and palidin. Some brandishing paired weapons, others are daggers, swords, axes, hammers, and the ocassional mace. All are novices compared to the training of a man of god, or the instinct of a cornered animal. Many fall to sickness, vomiting or illness to the stomach, others are just cut to shreads by the speed at which Zavier cans swing his weapon. To add insult most of his attackers are set ablaze. Reduced to a pile of ash on the dirt ground. As a minor threat are a few bowmen above the pit ring. All are blocked or dodged by Zavier, while few hit Horris's beastial form it does not fase him.
A thunderous clash ressoundates, as a large section of the cage falls to the pit floor.
"Ye dare take arms, with ..... that, that, thing! Ye a fellow practitioner of god. That, thing is a spawn of daemon kind. If ye ally thy'self with evil then ye be cast evil. Thadder Hammerhilt bids you battle daemon. Make ready ye weapon." The golden Pally produces a mace glowing in its own aura. In an instant Zavier knows what attack is waiting him. One of the strongest skills to any palidin.
In a blink of a eye, seven tornado blast fire away in quick sucsession. None effect Thadder. He retaliates with a mystical hammer, it strikes the druid square in the head crushing it on impact. His body slams hard against the stone behind him. Dead and broken, his body falls to the ground. Before the floor connects with the elders body, Before he can utter the words "NO!", Horris is off in a swift attack.
Another hammer forms and strikes the changling in the gut, another in the head, knocked out cold, but not dead.
"HA HA HE HE HEEE! See how fragle ye companion is, repent to me, or face thy wrath. Pledge your allegience, to thy lord, and my word ye feel nay pain in death."
"Is ye ego that enlarged, that ye can not see thy errors of thy ways?" Retorts Zavier. "Nay do thy come to battle, but nay do thy declair friend as a foe."
"Than nay brother are ye of mine, make ready for thy grave."
It begins rather slow, but soon their is a vortex of mystical hammers, swirling around Thadder. Head cocked back, a foul laughter errupts from his evil visage.
A quick chant and Zavier waits patientlly for his moment to strike.
Ego driven, thinking their is only victory in his future, does not realize the attack is upon him until it is too late.
Zavier charges, with such speed, that, Thadder has already hit the wall, before he has time to notice he was actually struck down. A bash, his nose is broken, another jaw is dislocated, a third bash and Thadder knows all is lost. His legs go numb, then buckle beneath the weight of his armor.
"Beaten, nay do I battle ye any longer. Swallow thy guile, and leave thy place." Zavier turns to help Horris, now in human form once again, ready for the attack to come yet.
With a war cry Thadder takes several running steps and launches four hammers. Zavier tucks and rolls left all hammers hit the wall to his right. He turns and throws his axe. Shatterstar loops nineteen times before digging up to the hilt into Thadders skull. He falls back with a THUD! against the wall behind him.
Barely unconsience, Horris is relieved to find the battle over, but looking over at the druid remains, it did not have any good outcome.
Zavier walks up to Thadder,puts his left foot on the golden haired pally's left shoulder. With a wet, squish noise, Shatterstar comes loose. A quick whip of the hand, blood is slopped onto the ground. they find their way out of the pit, a patron runs up and yells.
"Ye made thee, loose fifty gold. Nay will ....... A right hook shot from Horris, hits the looser in the jaw, he hits the floor hard, out cold.
"Long have thee wished to do that, thy code nah permits it ... what ye feel after?"
"Warm and fuzzy in the stomach."
"Nay, that is ye hairball."
All watchers back away in amazement. As the two make their leave from the place.
The door closes and the room returns to its boistrous self.
The streets are dark, but are countered by candles burning in corner lamps. Lurking in these remaining shadows is a lone figure watching every move of the duo.