Valgius woke up. Wherever he was, it certainly wasn't home. He got up, groaning. He first felt for his scabbard... good, the Eagle Blade was still in his possession... Valgius got up, looking around. He'd landed in a field of some sort... he saw no immediate threats... but he didn't let his guard down. Whatever had brought him here, Valgius knew he couldn't afford to be gone for long. Yes, he'd defeated Barracador... but there was no way to tell if his defeat was permanent or not... Valgius got up, and started walking toward a large city in the distance. Just outside the city limits, he was jumped by about 20 winged... somethings. They weren't Darkelings, that much was for sure. They were muscular, though only the size of his finger. They looked like demons, kind of. Whatever they were, they attacked. Valgius drew his blade, fending off the creatures. After felling two of them, Valgius held out his hand, willing the power of Fire to burst at his foes... but nothing happened. The Imps, as that's what the were (though Valgius didn't know that), grabbed ahold of him, flinging him into a tree. They then grabbed his sword, and Valgius noticed that the hilt was retracted inside. The Imps then flew off with his sword. Valgius then got up, but had to dodge more of the Imps. These ones seemed feral, and they attack ruthlessly. Valgius could only flee from the critters, running toward the city.