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*His boots fell soundlessly along the stone corridors as he approached the council room of the Sith Empire for the first time in several months. It was, indeed, the first time in several months he'd been here, even existed in the eyes of this dimension's time and space. Thoughts coursed through his mind, of ideas he'd had during his long absence. Would those who had come with him expect his return? When he'd used the last of his energy to open the rift for the others to get home, he'd thought he was going to die. It seemed only likely that that belief would have been emulated in the minds of those who had managed to escape. After the quest had ended, no word had come for months, which would have had to only confirm the worst, that Sith Lord Miryan no Trunks had indeed died in that other world. Stopping for a moment as the memories flooded into him, he almost wished he had..*
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*They stood on the black plateau, MnT, Dalethria, Rama, Vega, and Tempist staring at the demon, awaiting even the slightest sign of attack. The creature had paced back and forth, looking almost feline in it's movements, although the enormous wings folded against it's back were proof enough that it was not. Finally, hell had broken loose. The ground underneath the ground had erupted, black tendrills of the strange shadow-flesh that the inhabitants of this land seemed to be made of, rising out of the moss-coated rock, and lashing out at the Sith. Light flashed off of impossibly fast sword-movements, as the far-from-inexperienced warriors defended themselves, slashing through the lethal tentacles with the thoughtless ease of well-trained reflexes. However, inbetween waves, glances towards the demon showed no sign of damaging it at all. It simply stood there, it's white eyes glaring out of the black, watching them, as if it were testing them.*
*On a whim, MnT leapt towards the creature, the blade he had dubbed DemonSlayer glowing brightly with the many runes he had engraved in it. The energy seemed to trail through the air as he brought the sword around to strike out at the demon's head. However, in an instant, it dodged out of the way, and he barely avoided being disembowled by an effortless swipe of a claw. Turning around to face the creature, he saw that it was no longer interested in him, the darkness of it's head splitting into a rather vicious looking maw as it lunged towards Tempist. Nothing he could do would be fast enough to save him, Yet MnT still launched himself forwards with a scream, just in time to be nearly blinded by a flash of magick erupting from the axe of Ogre Mal Pannis, that had apparantly just been thrown by Dalethria, into the side of the thing's neck. The demon reared back and shook, the axe falling out and landed with a clatter against a rock, coated with a steaming dark green liquid. She had saved Tempist, and now he was backing out of it's way during the temporary confusion. However, as the creature fell back down on all fours, they knew the battle had barely even begun..*
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*Shaking his head to bring himself back to reality, MnT moved over to the wall, fading into the shadow as a disciple he did not recognize walked past. With all aspects of his existence well hidden, the Disciple didn't even have the faintest inkling that someone was there, and continued along her way. Leaning up against the polished stone, MnT closed his eyes and rested a moment, as more memories flooded back..*
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*Vega lay off to the side, barely concious after the demon had hit him in the back hard enough to shatter most people's entire skeleton. Amazingly, the Lupine Lord appeared only to have suffered a broken arm, and a few ribs. However, internally, much more must have been damaged, or MnT knew that he would not be yet out of the fight.. The battle had been raging on for minutes now, every second taking it's toll on the collected Sith, while the demon showed no sign of wear. It was as if no matter what they hit it with, no damage resulted from it. MnT fought on with a large gash across his chest, helping defend his apprentice who was now battling with a broken leg. Mistress Dalethria and Master Rama had taken not a single hit between them, yet it was obvious from their movements that they were starting to wear out.*
*With an audible grunt, MnT lunged the DemonSlayer forwards into the incoming palm of the creature, to try and stop it from hitting him. However, all this accomplished was MnT losing his sword, as the blade was yanked free of his grasp, and tossed over to the opposite side of the plateau from Vega, and off the edge.*
*Backing off from the Demon, MnT moved to get out of the way of the return attack, but the creature's long reach caught him with a backhand that lanuched him into his wounded apprentice, nearly tearing his wounded leg off in the collision. The two hit the ground and rolled, Tempist being knocked unconcious by a rock sticking out of the ground, and falling off the edge of the plateau to the ground almost 20 feet below, while MnT grabbed onto the edge with one hand.*
*He hung there for a few seconds, catching his breath and relaxing his mind, so that when he climbed back up, he'd be in the best condition for fighting that he could muster, however, his focus was completely lost when he as much felt through the chaos medallion, as he heard Dalethria scream.*
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*He remembered she'd taken quite a blow from the creature, from the way she'd been curled up on the ground when he climbed back up.. Rama had moved her off to the side with the force, keeping her out the Demon's way, as he continued to fight by himself.. He remembered watching Rama fight, and being in awe of his skill as he caught his own breath and prepared to re-enter the melee.*
*Looking both ways to ensure that there was no-one coming, MnT stepped away from the wall and continued towards the corridor that led to the council room.*
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