Sephiroth walked out a side entrance to the Dark Tower. It had
been a tough day fighting off demons inside the tower, and now he
looked forward to enjoying his late-day meal. As he sat down, he
noticed four figures walking up to him in the dusk. Standing,
Sephiroth gripped the handle of his well-used weapon. Out of the
semi dark strode Myste with his three Elven Warriors. "So,
you have come to your doom, Myste. I have looked forward to this
for some time." "No," Myste said, "I come to
your doom." With that, he drew an arrow out of his quiver.
Notching it, he took aim at Sephiroth's chest. "Not so fast,
Elf!" shouted Sephiroth. He charged Myste. The Elven
Warriors blocked Sephiroth's advance, and Sephiroth knocked one
unconscious with his bare hands. Myste smiled grimly and let his
arrow fly. Sephiroth slumped to the ground with a sharp cry.
'Treat Bubbles and Gregory well, won't you?" Myste asked
Sephiroth. Sephiroth spat at Myste. "Very well,"
replied Myste. He aimed another arrow at Sephiroth's face. A
minute later Myste was walking off away from Mordor with an
injured elf on one shoulder and a bag containing Sephiroth's
possessions on the other.
Winner: Myste