Dacklyn jumped up from his seat letting out a low guttural growl as he narrowed his eyes at Sol. The High Power of the sun, who was already standing, took a few quick steps across the table and lunged at Dacklyn as he screamed in rage. Dack, however was expecting a wild attack from the short tempered Sol and as the other High Power neared he grabbed Sol's collar in one hand and his belt in the other using Sol's own momentum to send him flying into the wall behind Dacklyn.
Lysandra gasped as she jumped from her chair causing it to flip over. She ran toward the other two High Powers just as Sol was regaining his feet and she thought the table seemed a lot longer then it ever has before or will again. Sol drew his flame blade and screamed again as he lunged at Dacklyn swinging the blade downward in another wild attack. Dack barley blinked as he kicked his fallen chair toward Sol's feet. Sol tried to jump over the chair but caught the top of the chair as Dacklyn easily sidestepped out of the path of the blade. Sol's sword of flame sliced into the table, but before he could pull it out again, both Lysandra and Dacklyn reached out placing hands on Sol's arm. Lysandra was on Sol's right and Dack was on his left.
"Stand down, Sol!" Lysandra yelled not wanting the war it'd create if Sol killed Dacklyn, or vice versa. Dacklyn smiled rather smugly. Lysandra understood his look. He thought she was acting out of love for him. She could no longer contain her own anger toward Dacklyn, and only partly because she did still love him and didn't want to.
Naomi and Mekehlee both burst back into the chamber being called by the sounds of commotion, they were just in time to see Lysandra slap Dacklyn hard across the face. The High Power of darkness stumbled back a step and gave Lysandra a confused, pouting look. His little bout of daze left him open enough for Sol to elbow Dacklyn in the gut. Naomi drew in a sharp intake of breath and then shot toward the fight, which was on the other side of the large table from her.
Lysandra in all her rage powered up an energy bolt of pure holy light and let it loose at Dacklyn, hitting him square in the face. The force of the impact shot Dacklyn across the room and he slide across the floor a few feet on his back, then was still. Lysandra narrowed her eyes and Sol smiled.
Naomi screamed in rage and jumped through the air. Her magical naginata appeared in her hands as she did so and came down aiming the weapon's blade at Lysandra's head. Sol, who was between the two women, pulled his own blade from the table and raised it to deflect the oncoming attack from the High Power of night, Naomi.
Just as the three of them were about to get into a fight Gwyndolyn and Erconi both burst into the chamber from their private doors that lead to their personal realms. The other High Powers all stopped what they were doing to wait and see what Gwyn and Erconi were going do.
Erconi quickly saw that Sol and Lysandra were fighting Naomi on his side of the table and his own brother lay unconscious on Gwyn's side. Gwyndolyn noticed all this too and smiled, which only seemed to piss Erconi off. He glared at his rival in rage "I hope you have a damn good excuse for this outrage!"
"Well, I'm sure Dacklyn started it" By the look in her eyes, Lysandra could tell Gwyn knew who really started the fight.
Mekehlee laughed in delight as the other four High Powers immediately began yelling at each other, all of them continuing to raise their voices to try and be heard over the others. Mekehlee couldn't pick out much of what they were saying, but it sounded like the same old stuff to her. She moved toward the unconscious Dacklyn to check on him. She was beginning to see why not even Wymanne, High Power of war and wisdom, wanted to get involved in this fight.