Artimer stumbled for just a moment, he could feel some of his power being used. He could feel Clairissa touch in the usage and wondered at that, he hoped that since she had drawn from his power, that she was still alive. He shook the feeling off for just a moment, 'I am on my way, Sunrise.' He hoped she heard him. When he came to the end of the hall, it opened up to another area of the arena. Standing all across the walls of the arena were about twenty stone gargoyles, each one varying in size, each with wings.<br/><br/>The gargoyles did not move as he walked past them. The door he just walked through closed with a loud bang. Once the door was closed one after another gargoyle came to life. None of them had a black cloud around it's head, so Artimer assumed that these were more like golems then actual gargoyles. He prepared himself for the coming battle, grateful that he had stayed in a dragon form as he feared this battle would be taken to the "skies." Sheathing his twin blades, he pulled out the claymore. It shimmered with untapped power, surprising Artimer for just a split second.<br/><br/>As the first golem charged him he was able to easily cleave the head off the body, causing it to fall to a halt to his side. The next one tried to lead onto of Artimer, be following the motion of the downward stroke, he pivoted and brought the claymore up to met the golem, easily slicing it in half. Leaping up into the air, Artimer took the fight to the sky. The golems were unperturbed but this and easily followed him. Soon he had five gargoyles surrounding him. Holding his claymore side ways, he easily cut through the next one. Then diving between the attackers he made for the ground, they followed him easily, closing above him. At just the last second he unfolded his wings, he started to rise up again and seconds after unfolding his wings he barrel rolled to the side. The four golems that were close to trapping were not able to maneuver as quickly and crashed into the ground.<br/><br/>That left thirteen more golems, each charging him simultaneously. Sending out large fire balls to hit a few of the golems charging him. His claymore shook in his hands and he saw that power was gathering in it. Tapping into his blade he was able to see that the power it was drawing was to make copies of itself. Finding the release word he spoke it as he cut down three more golems. As the last section of the key word was spoken, a boom was felt in the ground, shaking the golems and stunning them for just a moment. Then looking around himself he saw five large burning swords each moving with him. He moved in on the golems, slicing down several at a time. The flames that sparked off the floating blades was ale to melt the stone they sliced through.<br/><br/>When Artimer looked up after killing near to thirty golems, he saw that they were just pouring in from the gateways. He set off an illusion to each blade that floated around him. Each illusion grabbed their sword and he was able to kill more golems at a time. Before he knew it the gargoyles stopped flooding into the arena, and the last one was easily taken care of. He stood there panting as the illusions disappeared as did the swords. The runes of power in his claymore slowly fading. Bending over Artimer caught his breath and looked around himself, seeing the open door he stepped towards it. When he took the step he collapsed to the ground, as the injuries he received caught up to him. He lay there panting, his focus wavering before turning to black.<br/><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>Artimer was picked up and carefully carried out of the arena, the minotaur found a safe place and set the dragon down on a bed of coals, giving him time to heal.