"heh, tell me something I don't know."
He hit the little goblin with the hilt of his dagger as he jumped towards the orge, who had trinity now.
" I'm a flame ninja, Used to my live being in danger. and your the ones butting into affairs that doesn't concern low life like you."
he sunk sean's dagger into the orges arm and sent a charge into it's nerve cluster.


"why don't you tell me now?" as his eyes focused, he saw a older man dressed in black and red with long black hair.

"well, I can tell you that I'm the dark lighting master of the north and you have something that I want."
he picks up seans sword and examines it.
"but first, I'll give you some history like any good master should do...

Name: Zerox
age:???
Sex: male
Weapons: black ninja sword , could be the twin to seans sword, matching black dagger with a imperial topaz gem at the end of its handle, throwing knifes.
class: Rouge/exile
ability: he can control lightning as well, but a darker form of it thats unpredictable at times and can be devastating when it's user can control it. the user can also use it to take control over someone as well. other than that he can do anything that a regular lightning ninja master can do, except a few things.
Back story: he's a realized master for the power he uses, but he still has limitations. he can't control storms or make them as a result of him accepting his dark power. he needs the swords of storms, Seans sword to become a full master in order for him to go back to conquer the land that he was exiled from. but like all masters, he's willing to take on a student if he shows potential...

The ogre was in too much pain, so much that didn't care why he was there anymore. He threw Trinity aside and began to go into a rampage. He picked up his warhammer and started swinging wildly. Several unfortunate goblins were blasted by the attacks and lay motionless around the clearing. He brought the weapon down near Zerron's feet, the shockwave of the attack sent him backwards until he landed next to the panther.

Thera raised her brow at the ogre. "Bird girl?!" She then shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose I could have been called worse. Like 'Black Feathers' for instance."

He staggered, almost falling again, the rage purged from his head by the blast, the damage to his body immense... and he felt... cold again...

He looked up, saw the girl and the guardian and wordlessly moved forwards, ignoring the pain and fatigue, needing to fulfill his mission to bring death...

The ogre slammed his warhammer on the ground, sending dirt and mud onto the flames. Several goblins were scared at the rampaging ogre, torn between apprehending the panther girl and running for their lives.

The ogre stood in front of Thera more confused then usual until he said "No more talk! I eat bird girl, or should i take bird girl home and give her to boss Beelzenef as present?" The goblins pretty much gave up trying to control the ogre but were still watching.

"As a present?!" Thera was insulted by the thought. "I am not someone with whom you can buy and sell....and option one is out of the question as well." She added, then spotted the handle of her scythe in the snow. She smiled slightly, then looked up at the ogre. "Now it's time to end this." She said, as she cracked her whip towards a tree close to the ogre, and again using it as a rope to swing herself above the ogre, and around him, landing on his right shoulder, then threw her hunting knife in his eye.

The ogre was caigh his eye sent him into a blind rage. He took his warhammer and started bringing it down as hard as he could in the vicinity. Many unfortunate goblins who remained to watch the fight were crushed by the monsters attack. With blood pouring everywhere the ogre screamed "Bird girl hurt me, now me hurt bird girl!"

The ogre saw that no matter what he did the flames couldn't be extinguished. He took his weapon and charged at Zarron.

He didn't stop coming, and his injuries were making him stagger, pain flaring through him, making his bones ache...
But he didn't stop coming, and black flames were curling around him - not weak, but powerful enough to scorch the flesh from her bones...

It wasn't as if he'd got a choice.
A growl sounded in his throat, black flames curled, and he sprang at her, fiery claws hooked ready to split her open...
He looked like an angry demon, longing to destroy...

name: Alejandro
age: 25
sex: M
weapons: A Longsword, The Hilt has a Set of Jewels to make the head of a rose on the bottom. With a green and seemingly thorny grasp, side with a Crossbow, the bolts held in a quiver, are also shaped like roses.
class: Florist (Loves Flowers, and Flower arrangements.)
creature/ability: Can Morph Into a Weiner dog, Also is a Vampire that can walk during the day.

He coughed. Then he stared down at the arrow in his chest, the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Then he slumped on his back, his breath ragged and wearied as shadows started leaking from him, pulling his wounds together, healing him... more shadows than there should have been... some had to come from his... his head...

His eyes suddenly blinked with sudden clarity.
"L...L...Lucy!" he gasped, moaning as the arrow twitched in his chest as he breathed.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, so damned sorry... please.. come here I need to... to give... give you a message... I'm SORRY, DAMN IT TO HELL I'M SO SORRY..."
He was crying as the shadows swirled across his frame.
"Please..." he begged...

He looked at her with desperation in his face as the shadows swirled healing his body.
"I need you to tell... tell...Trinity... that I meant nothing I said to her, absolutely nothing... I need you to tell her I love her... always will, no matter what the shadows make me say... tell her I'm sorry, dear god, if you tell her anything at all tell her I'm sorry-ry-ry..."
He was sobbing at this point, and the tears rolled down his face but he never stopped talking, he had so much he needed to say.
"Tell Varen I'm sorry, so so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt him... sorry Titan... and... just tell her I love her, PLEASE. PLEASE JUST TELL MY WIFE I LOVE HER!!"
He shouted it into the air, almost screamed it, before collapsing into sobs as the shadows moved further and further down his body...

He seemed to writhe, and his hand glowed. Not his hand - his wedding ring, suddenly shone with crimson flame as the metal blazed, a new kind of flame, unnaturally red. He passed the ring to her with shaking hands, and it burned without heat or damage in her palm.
"That ring... will burn as long as I love her, tell her that... It'll burn forever...at least..."
He coughed again.
"The shadows will take me again..." he croaked, as they finished sweeping his body and started seeping back into his head. "Can't... think... love... her... telll...I...love....Tri....."

Then his body vanished in black flames, like he was never there...