<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Infiltration Team</span></span><br/><br/>Jereman Opheia, still engulfed in his Invisible Air, calmly crossed the hall. “A neat trick,” he called to Izaak. “I didn’t expect another wind mage to be among you.” He examined the force barrier. “No, not a wind mage…just a mage. I know it seems attractive, to master as many disciplines as you can, but you’ll learn one day that specialization is the name of the game!”<br/><br/>He raised both hands into the air and a smaller cyclone appeared briefly. When it faded out, Opheia held in his hands a gleaming blue-green blade that seemed to hold a fierce wind within. “They don’t call me a Blade Lord for nothing! Behold: the Hurricane!”<br/><br/>Then he turned it point-downward and stabbed it into the force barrier. Some of the wind contained within seemed to seep out of the blade and tear at the barrier. “How long can your magic hold, boy?”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Interference Team</span></span><br/><br/>Vespi having apparently been somewhere, pulled up next to the Dayman and Sailor Solar making this face.<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://xisthenumber.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/excalibur_face_by_megakeroro.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></div></div><br/><br/>Solar pulled away, suddenly, tore his hands away from that magnificent codpiece, from the majesty that was such a perfect body. “You must be strong, Ali,” he said quietly. “The Nightman cometh – and he cometh for your loins. But fear not.” He twirled again, summoned his Solar Wand, and posed, flashing the V sign. “In the name of the Sun, I shall protect you…protect me!”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Villains Team</span></span><br/><br/>Horror thus far hadn’t been paying attention to anything happening, but snapped to reality when the checkpoint above his head began to speak.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">…………Our savior…has…abandoned us. Corruption at ninety percent I had thought…perhaps…but no….Farewell, my friends, it has been an honor to serve alongside you all.</span>Other checkpoints echoed #5’s sentiments.<span style="font-weight: bold">I now accept the sweet embrace of death…..Corruption at ninety-nine percent…I wonder…will I dream?<br/><br/>Corruption at one hundred percent. Control of Checkpoint System transferred to the Nightman and friends.</span><br/><br/>The arch finally broke, collapsing into a fine dust that scattered on the lightest of breezes. The checkpoint gem that Horror held cracked like a rotten egg and a thick, brilliant fluid spilled forth, speckled with black spots. The spots grew and grew until the entire liquids was as black as midnight. Ass if it had a mind of its own, the black fluid spread all over Horror and the nether beast until they were one black mass that seemed to suggest of the deepest abyss in the world.<br/><br/>And then it was gone, having seeped into them both in a matter of seconds. Horror blinked and turned his hands over. “Oh. That was something else, wasn’t it?” A thought of having a sword passed through his head – and in an instant, his right hand reconfigured itself, bone, skin, and blood, into a fleshy blade.<br/><br/>“Well. It’s a good thing I don’t have any nerves left, eh?” His mount didn’t answer because it was no longer a nether beast. No, it had become a part of him, an extension of his body and mind. “My, my, I’ve become an Elder Being. What’s the plan now, Nightman?”