[center][b]Donna[/b]
[@Demon Shinobi][@Soren][@burthstone][@t2wave][/center]

Donna grumbled, but let them do what they wanted. The ground continued to shake periodictly, but Donna never mentioned it, going about what she was doing, glaring at them, and at their slow progress. Clearly, this was upsetting to her, and she was troubled. 

[center][b]Sasha[/b]
[@yipeeXD][/center]

Sasha gave a groan, not particularly willing to continue, knowing her own limits, but nevertheless, she prepared herself as Lazarus attacked once more, [color=6ecff6]"Ice male: Ice queen"[/color] She could feel the drain on her magic, the drain on herself, and she swayed slightly. the dragon, two ice queens...they were high energy, and Sasha fell to one knee as the attack landed, having nothing much left to defend herself with, but this time, she managed to keep the ice armor whole. 

She let out another groan, rising unsteadily, staff in hand, and then she just sunk down to the ground, sighing. 

[center][b]Michael[/b]
[@Silver Fox][@oblivion666][/center]

Michael managed to keep the two spirits in line, and not at each other's throats. Well, managed to keep Balthazar in hand, the feisty spirit still grumbling all the while. When the two spirit's worked together, they could do amazing things. Michael only wished he could help them, but he had no weapons himself to fight with. Perhaps he should fix that. 

The big bandit attacked, and the two spirits leaped aside, and then came together. Michael watched them, just as the bandit became bigger, and  Michael was worried that the surrounding buildings would be crushed. Uriel seemed to suspect that too, as he attacked, with a blast of light, slamming the large bandit back. Balthazar followed up with a punch, fueled by his dark magic. 

A flurry of attacks followed suit, and Michael suspected that the big bandit only had power because he could adjust his size. As his spirits were continually thrown back, Michael winced, but they kept on fighting. He wished he could help them. It was a frustrating battle, the bandit's size gave him an advantage and enable him to weather blows that would otherwise end the fight. 

Finally, Balthazar frustrated, grumbling and clearly annoyed, turned to Uriel, who was grinning. [color=fff79a]"Together then, Balthazar?"[/color] he chuckled, and turned back to the big bandit, as Balthazar glared. Together, the two spirits mixed their attacks, combining their powers, The big bandit was thrown far, and landed with a vibrating crash.

He struggled to get up, and the two spirits merely looked at him. The bandit shrank down, his magic depleted. [color=ed1c24]"Mostly my work..."[/color] Balthazar grumbled, and Michael just nodded, and leaning down, he tied the bandit up, his spirits watching. He let out a soft sigh, looking to Prince and zephyr. 

[color=00a651]"I g-g-guess I'll j-just g-go t-tell the r-requestor"[/color] the prospect of approaching the town leader once more made Michael more nervous then the battle itself. 

[center][b]Gabrial[/b][/center]

Gabrial gave a sigh as it seemed like the conversation was at an end, turning to the fight, but he wasn't particularly  interested in it. He absently summoned a small, brown, fuzzy bear cub, who promptly rolled about. Gabrial smiled, watching the small spirit, one of his lessor spirits.