Dakmor turns around and plunges his sword into Nimrod's chest. He then pulls his sword out of Nimrod and slashes at Laser who blocks with his own sword. Dakmor slashes left and right trying to hit Laser but he keeps blocking. ����"Laser duck!" Neo bellows. Laser drops to the deck as a tree branch passes right above his head and impales Dakmor in the chest. Dakmor is dragged off the deck and soon disappears in the crowd of trees. Dakmor hangs on the branch and slowly cuts away from it. He lands on his back and looks up to the sky and is rained on from sap pouring from its wound. He breathes very deeply trying to draw breath but is unable to by the piece of branch still buried within him. He crawls toward the woods his life quickly disappearing before him. He leans against an oak tree he closes his eyes knowing he is about to die and he falls into a deep sleep. An elf staring wide eyed at him with horror on his face soon awakens him. Knowing this is his last chance for survival he grabs the elf's legs and brings it to the ground. The elf tries to scramble away but is held down by the weight of Dakmor's metal arms. He pulls the elf towards him and holds him with one arm while he digs out a device from his leg. He puts the device to the elf's neck and stabs it into him. He then pulls out a small cord and he it into the device. Dakmor goes into a relaxed state and passes out as the device begins to glow a greenish color. When he awakes he feels a sharp pain in his neck and he reaches to it. He touches the device and smiles his elfish grin. He pulls it from his neck and the pain subsides. ����"It worked!" He says and leaps high into the air. He flexes his new muscles and laughs loudly scarring birds from their nests. He jumps to the ground and begins to run but is soon tired out. ����"I guess I'm not fully recovered from the transfer." Dakmor says. He kneels to the ground and catches his breath. His red hair falls to his shoulders and covers his face. He hears a snap coming from the bushes and he leaps to his feet. Two elves rush out and tackle him to the ground knocking the breath from his lungs. ����"Not as fast as you thought you were." One of the elves says. ����"Now Fate you know you are not supposed to be out here because you are to young." The other elf says. ����"But.." Dakmor begins. ����"No buts, you are coming with us if you like it or not." The first elf says. The elves grab Dakmor's arms and drag him into the dense forest.