"That's right," said a voice from above him. "Prepare to die, Leth." He drew four swords, he all drew them with telipathy. He then pulled out a huge fifth sword that he wielded with his hands.

Leth whirled around. "Wait. Don't tell me." he says, drawing his dagger. "Pearanus sent you, right?" He leaped towards Vilk, and at the same time, whistles loudly. The whistle would be able to be heard over at new peaktop, if anyone knew what it meant.

Worru leapt up, and Ryk took over. "Well, well, well. If it ain't Vilk, the "First Master of Flatulance"" he dashes at Vilk, his claws ready to pierce the villian.

"Why, as a matter of fact Leth, you are right," he said blocking Leth's attack. "Ignorint Worru," he continued, throwing Worru of a cliff with his mind.

Ryk drove his claws into the rock wall, and clambered up the side. "It'll take more than that to kill this ol' dog!"

Leth concentrated. Power flowed into his veins as his gift from the goddesses takes over. A simple dagger won't do much to him, He thought. I'll need power in order to survive. Power of the Gods, release!

OOC: Orph, you already know what Leth looks like in his warrior form. Worru, If you want to know, read the 'slave train' topic in the center of the great crossroads.

IC: Lethaniel bunches up his feet, and leaps up into the air; his movements are so fast, he is almost a blur. "Goddesses Lightning!!!" he cries out. His fist is enveloped in white lightning, and he streaks towards Vilk, almost to fast to even be seen. He raises his fist for the blow.

Vilk realized he couldn't avoid the blow, so he embraced it carfully.

Leth's charged fists hit home, but Vilk's preparation helped. The lighting was slightly blocked, so it only shocked him, and the power behind the fists knocked him a few feet. Lethaniel paused to catch his breath.

Vilk used this moment to slash his four swords at Lethaniel.

Lethaniel saw the attack coming just in time, and he barely dodged the blades, but one of the sword hilts hit him as it went by, knocking Leth unconscious.

Ryk was sitting down, cross-legged, watching the fight that was going on across from where he was sitting. "I don't mean to be rude here, actually I do, but does anyone even remember that I'm still here?" he asks, clearly annoyed.

"LIGHTNING SPEAR!!!" shouted someone in the distance...a blast of lightning came out of nowhere, and barely missed vilk...you look at the shadows from whence the attack came, expecting kasei, instead, aria appeared, a cucoo in her arms..."LIGHTNiNG SPEAR!!!" she yells again. tossing another bolt of lightning at vilk, with all the energy she could muster, witch is more than even kasei has...

OOC: I AM HERE!!!

"You are to late, Aria," said Vilk. He dodged the attack, and split his body into three Vilks. One picked up Worru and threw it at Aria. One picked up Leth and starting getting him away from the fight. One guarded the one who had Leth.

Ryk landed on the ground, and thanks to his boots, was launched into the air. "Clones. I hate clones. Hate 'em, hate 'em, hate 'em. Every single guy with near god-like powers makes clones. I'm gonna have a word with whoever makes the rules in fights." he groaned, landing back on the ground, beside Aria. He looks over Aria, then asks "So, what do you think we should do next, girlie?"