[b]Alexander Nevsky[/b]

Nevsky waited patiently as the complex magic activated, creating spheres of light before all of the pairs before solidifying into doorways to the world beyond. He moved without hesitation, aware of where they were going and ready for it. He had no doubt that his Lord was up for the challenges ahead, and most certainly so when he was there to assist in their struggle to save the world. Now they merely had to see what it was they would be dealing with when they arrived. 

Stepping through, the first thing the Russian noticed was the cold. It was all around them, pervasive, chilling the bone even with the clothes that he was wearing. He might have been used to it, but that did not mean it couldn't be unpleasant. The next he noticed was the darkness lit by blue flames, and he could be glad for his vision that he could see as well as he did. But trying to ride at this time might be a bad idea, to put it mildly. 

Most notable though was the fight in front of them, two fierce warriors duking it out in a clash that rivaled the mightiest he had heard about in old bards tales. They might not be shattering mountains, but they were clearly on a level above normal humans. 

"I am here, my Lord," Nevsky replied as he moved to stand beside Walgrave with shield and sword manifested and ready to use. "There is foul sorcery at work here," he muttered as he eyed the corpses. A wise concern as they bean to move all of a sudden, leading the nearby Master to lash out with runes at them. Nevsky himself struck with a swift blow, killing one that had drawn too near and seemed to be grabbing for his ankle. For now he would defend him and his Lord, as he waited for direction. 

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