((So what? Nobody notices when Tyr gets flamethrowered?))<br/><br/>Black fire laughed with a screech once more.<br/><br/>"What pathetic creatures!" he shouted. "Captain, send a formation out to sweep the grounds."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>In seconds, the half-dragon Tyr had evaporated leaving behind a suit of armor. The armor groaned and creaked as something within it stirred and made it's way over to where Zenith had Fexiryn at sword point.<br/><br/>"Heathen!" the shout came from the armor itself. "Let alone that woman."<br/><br/>He drew his sword and advanced.<br/><br/>"Come now! Do you wish to trade blades with Martlin of the wooded realm?"<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Carnassus, who had been taking a bath for the last few minutes, finally arrived in the chaos. He walked up to Ric.<br/><br/>"What's going on?" he asked. "Is there someone hurt?"