Tiberius felt the magic pour into his body with great richness. It reminded him of comforts after a hard days work, going home to warmth and filling the belly of food and drink. This however, made Tiberius feel ten times better then anytime he was at his best. It gave him strength in that dark hour, and lifted his soul from the edge of the abyss. His loneliness, fear, and doubt were washed away in a river of courage and Tiberius stood up. He grabbed his sword and without further delay, attacked the foul creature and its darkness. 

His strides were not quick enough and before he knew it, Tiberius was watching Kaite fight the warlock by her lonesome. She too, must have been given strength from the ring, it was the only explanation. It all seemed slow to him, he watched the shield be flung at the warlock, only for it to be flung out of the way. Then the creature charged Kaite and they met with a sickening screech of metal. He thought it would continue to attack Kaite but instead it changed course for Zenovia...

Tiberius was nearly at the warlock, his longsword poised for an attack and upon his finals steps he jumped, aiming to hack at the man's neck. Before he was even close enough, the warlock did something he had not been expecting and dark energy barreled forth from him. This wave of force sent him flying through the air and landing hard on his back and head before rolling twice, with his helmet falling off in the process. He was prone, and thinking of how foolish that entire ordeal probably looked. Slightly dazed, he looked up to see Ivan yell something as he charged at the man but his ears were ringing so he couldn't make it out. 

He lay there in the dirt for what seemed like an eternity. There was the dim sounds of blades clashing and shouts echoing around him, his group were doing the majority of the fighting, even with the magical boost he had. Tiberius slowly started to regain his senses as a feeling of clarity washed over the area. He looked over to see that Vert was holding the sword that the man had plunged into the ground. Whatever the dark magic that had thrown them into disarray before was gone. Seizing that opportunity he got up once more and charged the foe, battling along side Kaite and Ivan but for every mark they hit, the wounds seemed to heal ever so slightly. Then, as quickly as their foe had arrived, he was gone in a dark miasma. 

Tiberius looked around the clearing, making sure the man had truly departed before finally dropping to his knees. He breathed heavily from exhaustion but knew they were not yet safe to rest. His long hair was all over the place and sweat fell from his brow like raindrops, but he was fine for the moment. He only cared about the others, some were in much worse condition then he was. Looking around at them with his amber colored eyes he spoke aloud, [color=gold]"We need to go, this position is compromised and who knows what else is coming our way."[/color] He paused, getting to his feet in the process before continuing, [color=gold]"I fear we have a long night ahead of us.."[/color]