Part Seven: Dark War
The words of the Paladin echoed through the valley. Saifir was completely surrounded. There were thousands of beings here. Most were just average heroes, but about a quarter of those present were Paladins. There were quite a few Wizards as well.
"What is the meaning of this?" Saifir called out.
"It is you judgement!" Responded the one on the peak.
"Who is the judge?" Asked Saifir.
"There are no judges. Only executioners!!"
At that, there was a great sound of swords being withdrawn from sheathes. And in several places flame flickered. They didn't even give Saifir time to withdraw his sword. They just attacked, with no warning. Heroes were cutting at him, archers were shooting arrows as well. But the great amount of people around him acted as a living shield, and he was not struck by a single arrow. And thanks to his amazing amount of Ronoh, the first wave of attackers could not penetrate his Ronoh shield. Saifir grabbed the handle of his sword and ignited the blade, not taking time to remove it from it's sheath. Suddenly, black flame burst through the leather, and Saifir let out a savage roar. He swung his sword in great circles, it's nearly six-foot blade cleaving neatly through the people standing nearest him. He surged ronoh into his arms, hacking and slicing through the people. But, his back was always open to attacks. A hero would get his sword through an opening in Saifir's armor, and cause much pain, especially if they were a Paladin with a blade that was flaming. But whoever did get their blade through was the next to meet the razor edge of Saifir's blade. Many lay dead, and Saifir quickly began to lose stamina, and the strength of his Ronoh diminished. He knew that there was only one thing he could try. He gathered all his skill at taking honor, and started trying to absorb honor from the dead bodies and those that were nearest to him. At first nothing happened, but then white light seeped out of the bodies and into Saifir's own body. At first everyone stood shocked. Saifir himself could not really believe that it had happened. Then the heroes and Paladin's stood back, and the spellcasters, wizards and enchantresses came into the battle. They all started casting their most powerful spells at Saifir, but thanks to his special armor, they had little or no effect. Then the braver heroes rushed at him once again. They battled diligently, but with out their comrades to get Saifir on his open sides Saifir could just swing his sword in a circle and cut their entire row down.
"My comrades! Fear not what this beast can do! Follow your duty! Trust you honor! ATTACK WITH ALL YOUR POWER!!!!"
This came from the same Paladin that had spoken before. His words had a powerful attack. The heroes became frenzied, and dived in. The hacked away at Saifir's Ronoh shield and his thick armor. And Saifir cut them down. But, the damage they inflicted took it's toll. Soon Saifir didn't have enough energy to swing his sword, and it wouldn't have mattered if he did, because it was too dull to do much damage. He took as much honor as he could, but the heroes still wouldn't stop their attack. Saifir knew he must escape, or he would die. When he had enough ronoh gathered, he forced it all into his ronoh shield, expanding it into a kind of bubble that encircled his body. When it was far enough out, he stood, then channeled ronoh into his legs, and ran as fast as he could. The heroes didn't know what happened. They just saw bodies being flung like rag dolls as a path was cut through their ranks. Many were done damage by the spikes on Saifir's shoulder coming into contact with their heads. Saifir ran until he was clear of their ranks. He was in the open grass, and he knew it would not be long before they would be in pursuit. He knew he had only one option. He got off the ground he had collapsed on just seconds before, ignited his sword, and ran through the grass. The black flame jumped from his sword to the dry grass, and quickly spread. Saifir poured on the speed, because he knew he could likely die as well. Soon, he heard cries of pain and horror. The heroes were caught in the blaze. Saifir ran as far as he could, then rested. He slowly made his way back north to the lands of snow. He found his old cave. He hoped to be safe there. But when he opened the door to his inner room, he saw a Paladin sitting their. A black Paladin.
"Welcome, friend." Said Saifir. "I am sorry I can not make you comfortable, but I am much too weak, as I am sure you have heard. My battle with the white heroes has left me almost completely drained. I fear I may have used what little bit of life I had left getting here quickly."
"Then I have come at the right time, Dark One." Said the black Paladin, forebodingly. "My name is Ometla. And I am not your friend."
"What?" Asked Saifir weakly. What of the Code that makes all blacks allies?"
"That Code was broken when you called down the wrath of the whites on us. Now, prepare, for I have come for your head. It will make a nice prize to give to the Dark Council."
Saifir quickly gained his composure for what he knew was surely the battle that would end in his death.