[h3] [center] [color=ed1c24][b][u][i]Sir Lancelot Kilgarrah Du Lac, The Dragon Knight[/i][/u][/b] [/color] [/center][/h3]

In the midst of flying over an ocean to what he believed was either the Pacific or Indian, a sudden shockwave of air pressure blasted the knight. [color=ed1c24]"the hell?!"[/color] He shouted allowed. It had just dawned upon him that he had flew right into a massive typhoon. As strong as he was, it was difficult to navigate and resist the terrible winds through this storm. He was about to notify the other champions, but his connection went down. "Bloody hell these modern trinkets are so unreliable!" He said as he continued to brave the storm. Unable to even find the eye of the storm, he quickly became lost, all senses of direction becoming null, nor could he find a way out of the hurricane either.


 After what seemed like hours, he finally escaped the storm, by the position of the sun he knew that he had wasted a [i]lot [/i]of time. He could recognize a land mass as India, and that was when he had gotten signal to his communicator. [color=ed1c24]"Oi"[/color] He spoke to the champions through the device. [color=ed1c24]"I got sidetracked, fill me in on what I missed someone."[/color]