[center][color=lightsteelblue][h1]Wachter Scmied
The Prince of Iron[/h1][/color][/center]

Wachter saw the girl turn her head. She still payed attention to him, however, as she said "[color=dcc2d0]ι ¢αη'т тєℓℓ [b]уσυ[/b], ѕнιηу ρяιη¢є~[/color]". She giggled as if his question had been a joke. Jinx turned back to face him, "[color=dcc2d0]ι--[/color]"

Wachter's attack threw her and her shadows off guard. The shadows tumbled backwards and the girl covered her face. What was she looking at? Wachter felt a Cosmic presence approaching; Another Prince, most likely. Whether they would be friend or foe wouldn't matter as long as the Witch needed to be stopped, right? Wachter watched as the Shadows stamped on the ground. Jinx giggled, almost ridiculing him, "[color=dcc2d0]υн σн! Nσω уσυ мα∂є тнєм мα∂.[/color]". Wachter saw one bound towards him, opening it's large mouth as if the beast expected a meal to be [i]that[/i] easy. 

Wachter held Eisen sideways, manipulating the Iron Magic inside of it. Eisen became sharper, and much longer, almost like a crude hybrid made between a Lance and a Sword. Eisen then gripped his blade with two hands and thrust forward into the beasts gaping jaw with a shout of conviction, completely impaling the beast. Wachter looked into the giant red eyes of the Shadow with hardly an arms length between them as it started slowly dissipating into nothingness. Wachter almost grinned at his small victory, but heard a loud [b][i]*CRUNK*[/i][/b].

He saw a large crack in Eisen. 

Wachter almost slapped his brow for being so careless with his weapon. Again. Stretching Eisen to such a long length [i]and[/i] trying to hoist the shadow off the ground as it leapt were both foolish decisions. He still had to deal with six more shadows, a Witch, and her familiar, and his sword was already cracked. If he didn't want it to completely shatter, Wachter would have to resort to just sword skill. 

And yet, he shouldn't have to be in such a situation. Wachter felt the princes energy extremely close now. He looked up to a nearby roof--

And saw a black haired person just sitting there, watching the fight go down. Wachter could tell he was a Solar Prince at this point. Content to just watching the battle go down, too damn prideful to put aside any ego's. Wachter cleared this throat.

"[color=lightsteelblue]Lend me your aid, you cowardly welp![/color]"

[@Baklava][@dragonmancer]