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“Just what going on in here? I came here for therapy not to watch a boxing match.” said Mr. Hill bursting through the door; the middle age man with dark short hair was wearing a cream color business suit.

“Patrick stay the Hell away from this fight, this my fight!” Voxx snapped his finger and the splendid ivory floor was turned into quicksand and with another wave of his hand he levitated himself, his brother and Patrick.

Half Jack’s legs were in the quicksand when he teleported in top of the chandelier.

“Pest!” said Voxx and once again the beautiful room shifted, this time the quicksand was transformed into boiling hot water and the chandelier into a pendulum that was plucked from it chained.

And as Jack nearly felt to the boiling water Etilan threw his arm to hold him.

“Thanks.” said Jack his power was failing him.

“I must by mental.” he said holing on to him by one arm. “Stop this at once brother.”

The room when back to normal, as normal as thing got around here.

“I know, he did wrong for striking you, but you must understand. He loved her,” Etilan place his hand on his heart and with his other hand he summon the corps of Alexia to his side. “let us at least try.”

Voxx looked down at him. “Fine. But if you failed I shall burned this woman and exile this man to a realm that no one is sure to make it back!” he turned around and starting conversing with Patrick.

While the two of them talked, Jack curiously looked at Patrick.

“Something wrong?” asked Etilan.

“Yes, I think that man…no…could one person bring a world to there feet?”
In Shadow-Earth away from the heat of the sun, a woman tries to keep her it together.

“Understand none of us ever thought it would go out.” she said in the darkness of the night.

“How come we don’t do as it please us, like those Night Clawers!” shouted a man in response to her statement.

“There territory grows with alarming speed while we sit here in doing what?” said the strange being resembling a cape.

“Terry I understand how you feel, but our top priority is to know what happen to that armor plate.” she spoke with firm power.

Terry the living cape who’s golden eyes searched his friend for support had done well collecting supporters.

“I and Vossler when immediate action taken.” said Croce a muscular obsidian behemoth.

“You and Vossler are the same dog with different collar. Croce you do as Vossler said, and Vossler would do as Terry said. Why? Because after Wolf left the Shadow Legions to joined the Night Clawers your all scare of Terry. For crying out loud the guy doesn’t even have a physical body!” letting the better of her emotion get to her was what Dawn was know for.

Terry didn’t took any liking to her words.

Vossler who was even larger then Croce, had fist the size of bull’s head, and skin made of black-diamond.

“Are you calling me a dog?” he said smashing his fist together.

“Nah that would by an insult to the once loyal canine servant of humankind.”

Having enough of this Terry turned to both of them and announce. “That is enough I will not have. Take arms my man!” he shouted and just as the battle was about to commence in that snowy dark mountain pick.

In then a burst of light summon there attention, they had not see a light in ten years. The light was not was intrigued them the most, but were and what was coming out off it. A gargantuan monster compose of a large humanoid body with dark blue skin, and six spider legs protruding from his back.

“What sort of being have you conjure up Dawn?!” said Terry.