The Solar's blade sends the Valkyrie's head tumbling from his shoulders. His body slumps and lands, wetly upon the celestial fire scarred ground--fiendish blood spraying in a fount. Pahaliah lifts his sword high in the air and prepares to hack the fallen Valkyrie's body to bloody ribbons. Ramiel begins to draw holy energy to the tips of her wings and in her fists to incinerate the dread lords body--all about the field, the hosts of the Valkyrie lord begin to falter.<br/><br/>The Valkyrie's life force hovers over his dead body--looking upon a defeat snatched from the jaws of victory, then a sultry sweet feminine form rises from his wicked blade and hovers about him, her nails rake teasingly over the flesh of his arms and shoulders.<strong> "Did the wroth little Paladin hurt you my dread lord?" Her voice is almost a motherly cooing. "Is your blood boiling with a desire for vengeance. . . I shall let you have your vengeance. My dread lord, but if Alustriel shows herself--she is mine.</strong><br/><br/>