One dark gloomy evening the vile Magu was once again in a tight spot, to the right was un-vile Barbarian Kallaill to the left none other than once vile turned good Zerixia. Both were trying to slay Magu in an attempt to steal the ultimate power that only she can begin to grasp (the fools won't give up). Magu was surprisinly calm though, almost like it was no challenge. Kallaill's body started to emit an eeire aura and chanted in an unfamiliar tounge "Attempting to slow Aparatus!", but of course the spell took no affect. Magu quick to the draw violently pointed to Kallaill and said PET KILL! Zerixia was however very afraid, she had run off even before Magu had begun to blazze Kallaill into his inferno of what some may call death...
Magu was not one of forgiviness though, so Zerixia was now they prey! Magu swift and agile ran towards Zerixia but then stopped and started to glow, eyes red with blood Magu shot a fiery ball of death straight for the helpless enchanter! Amazingly enough Zerixia was able to take shelter under Dharrk's fat which he refers to as muscle ....
To be continued.