Irnan turned his horse to Morwen's aid but was cut off it was not the Phantoms way to leave anyone behind. The wolves using spears made Irnan's horse Rear when doing so one jabbed the spear into the horses great chest bringing him down Irnan Yelled a cry of Grief his great charger feel to the snow with a loud crash Irnan was thrown over the edge of the bluff. the Other Phantoms were battleing their own wolves and were not able to get back up the hill.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

*Suddenly, three blue armored figures erupted in a flurry of snow, striking three wolves down before they could give a cry of alarm. The Storm had been following the others, and had not been caught unawares by these "wolves". Their blades shining in the snow, they pressed towards Morwen.*

*Sen merely glanced at his side, and smiled, brushing Deawen's hair slightly.*
It will heal, my lady. I have used my powers on you, and will wait for myself. For you are dearer to me than my own life, as is all that I strive to protect.
*Sen's eyes suddenly went wide, and he cluched his side. He felt as if he was burning up and freezing at the same time, and all his nerves were in agony.*
His blade was poisoned, that snake! May Death take him harshly! The Phoenix can purge it... but... ah!
*Sen writhed on the floor, his teeth clenched. He must wait; he used so much of his power on Deawen, he had scarce enough for himself. This cold was not helping. If he could last a few minutes, the Phoenix could heal him fully. He clenched his teeth harder, and bore it. He had suffered worse...*

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen sighed " I wish you would stop worring about me and work on your..." she was cut off by Sen's Agony Deawen couldn't move very fast still weak from her blood lose she leaned over and touched his cheek her medallion flashed regonising it's essence. warmth flooded Deawen's finger tips passing into Sen. " You have given my health so in retun I give you yours."

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(For future referance, I do want to get captured at some point.)

Morwen threw off the carcass of one of the creatures and called back Breda and the rest of the little patrol, some in the snow, others panting with bloody blades in hand. "We need to scout closer to their camp. They are up to something." She was freezing now that her armor was encrusted with snow and ice. Trying to ignore it, she pulled her cloak closer about her and set Breda trotting in the general direction where the Dragon Tears' camp was supposed to be. As the snow melted, she warmed a bit, but one cold stone of fear would not leave her stomach: they were searching for her.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(something tells me that These Figures in blue are trying to capture you Morwen...RIght?)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(Not quite. And what happened to the rule about one-liners? You appear to be breaking you own codes of conduct.)

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(I am not I was making a statement sides I can't post anything yet..so yeah! least i use more than three sylb. in an email...HEHEHE)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(Shut up, you fiend! There, four syllables! Hah!)

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(but this is not an email...mwhahaha oh what now?)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

*Sen felt the warmth from Deawen, and it was what he needed. The Phoenix inside of him burned to wakefulness, and the poison was burned away. The wound in his side also closed, leaving only the trace of blood running down his armor. He stood slowly, the fire in his nerves dying away as the poison left him.*
Thank you, my lady, I am in your debt. Now you must rest, though it will sadly be only for a short while; the duel between Argo and I is over; the duel between us has yet to take place. From there, we must press on to our final goal; there is no rest for us, it seems. No peace, aside from in our souls.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen smiled weakly but she rose to her feet " the sooner we get this over with the happier I will be" she said slowly, as she went through a trunk pulling out her usual attire and went behind her dressing screen she was upset to find her dress stained with blood and was ripped were her wound was...it was such a pretty dress. she changed and after awhile emerged looking back to herself except she was slower. she opened a second trunk and found some leather armor she preffered her supple armor but it was in disrepair. " we should go now " she said exiting the tent outside was a startling gathering of Phantoms they were silent and gazed at Deawen as if she was about to do something drastic. " I am well my brothers" she said softly smiles broke out in the crowd many murmers of good health echoed like a wave " and health to you " she replied " It will take more than a bolt of trickery to kill me" she said with a smiled many chuckled. " we have a dule to finish I belive" she said the phantoms cheered and made their way back to the ring but as each one passed they pressed their right palm to her hers a phantom sign of trust and well being or linking of the brand. some of the older Phantoms kissed her forhead saying something similar to " Orome watches over you " or " a dance with death" she just smiled and returned with a hug. Drad and Eston stood nearby, Drad smiling at the phantoms clear affection towards their leader Eston was frowning still upsetat Deawen's danger.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

The remaining patrol wrode quietly around Argo's camp, but saw nothing else unusual. She noted all the details of the camp and any men she saw, and they wrode back to the Phantoms' tents. Oblivious to the lack of soldiers loitering about, she threw herself into her tent and took off all of her armour, leaving just her wool over-dress. It was soaked, the hem encrusted with ice. There was more ice on the lining of her helmet, and her gloves were half frozen. She stoked up the fire with numb fingers and laid her clothes to dry and changed from the green woolen dress to a grey dress. While dressing she realized that she had severe bruising where the creature had knocked her off her horse. As she continued, she could tell that several of her ribs were broken. She laid down on her cot, and as her clothes began to steam, she fell asleep.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

*Sen followed her out, and the Storm stood to attention. They understood the delicacy with which this duel must be performed, and afforded the same show for Sen that Deawen had recieved. They all clasped their hands across their chest as Sen passed, and gave him smiles of encouragement and understanding. He stepped into the ring, and called over to Deawen.*
So, my lady, what weapons shall we be using for this duel? It does not matter to me.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

" Our swords of Heiritage" she answered Drawing her curved sword, the blade slid smoothly from it's sheath with a small hiss and then the ring of the blade. The bade felt light and heavy at the same time she swung it slowly to stretch her sword arm she was stiff from the cold or was she losing her touch? her mind was racing she hated being against Sen in swords, but it was the only weapon she excelled at, Her archery skills were pitiful she was lucky if the arrow even went with twenty yards of her target. She loved swordplay it was like a dance to her, But Sen always made her Look like a child playing with her father's sword...He was faster stronger and much taller. Deawen waited patiantly before making her first move the first move sets the tone and speed of the duel. Her first move was a complicated one it was a lunge but a false one her blade swirved to the right and then she guided it straight for His side, it was a move for testing wether or not he was paying attention to his sides. but it left her right side exposed .

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

*In the split second Sen had to decide which of his swords to use, he quickly drew Urulokinaur, the long sword that hung at his back, and brought it straight down, catching Deawen's point and turning it aside. It was an instinctive move, and he did it before he realized he was meant to lose this duel, though his hand controlled itself as he aimed a closed fist for her right shoulder.*

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

(Banner thanks to Imlosiel the Lost! )

Deawen dodged the blow to her right shoulder by ducking and thrusting upwards towards his neck she had totaly control of her blades action. Her left foot slid in equal to her right. she was perfectly balcanced.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home