<div class="floatleft">(http://i41.tinypic.com/1x1l3.jpg)<br/></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Lyuk Drachenfeuer</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shadow Crow HQ<br/><strong>With:</strong>Emilia<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Ow!"</strong>The sword handle that Lyuk had just gripped was riddled with tiny needles. His hand quickly jerked back in reaction. How the hell was he supposed to hold the sword if there were needles on the handle? A purple light similar to the light emitted from the runes appeared on the sword:<em>make the sacrifice, endure the trial, seize victory.</em>Lyuk looked to his left hand, the one that had gripped the handle previously. He'd have to probably lose this hand to win. A determined look appeared on his face despite all the pain his head was going through. He thought to himself,<em>Sacrifice my hand to help my friends? Any goddamn day of the goddamn week.</em>His hand gripped the blade once more and he ignored the pain as the needles dug into his left hand. Magic bullets started shooting from the amps and he dodged them with great speed,<strong>"Too slow."</strong><br/><br/>With the sword in his hand, Lyuk charged at Emilia, swinging at the barrier that separated them.