Tordor watched and waited while the sound of approaching footsteps became louder and came quicker. Until at last the offending party revealed himself, and what an entrance indeed. And that speed! It sure moved fast for something so big in all that armor. Tordor was on the move the moment the man, and it surely had to be male, revealed himself. He touched a hand to the hilt of his sword before the world froze in place.

[color=191970][i]“Now...what is this?”[/i][/color]

[color=DarkSlateBlue]“Simple, I’m going to need your help on this one”[/color]

[color=191970][i]“Ahh, is that so. Well a shame Minx and Pixie aren't here to aid you, muhehehe. very well than, but if you want my aid you'll have to do something for me. ”[/i][/color]

[color=DarkSlateBlue][i]“Very well then. Lets go.”[/i][/color]

In another instant the world reverted back to normal time as Tordor completed drawing his sword. The casing holding it splitting open with a metallic like hiss. In one swift motion he turned that into swing, from his right shoulder down and across to the left. Resulting a blaze of black fire that swept forward in a large cone covering some sixty feet, just as his partner executed a back-flip. 

Well that was not a maneuver he’d have chosen, but it had given him an idea. The souls that flew about him agreed it was the best option available to them. Well most of them agreed anyway, having more than two heads had its advantages. Along with its own flaws. The black fire devoured the short distance in moments, reaching the giants feet as his partner’s own feet left the ground. It would he interesting to see how the man reacted to the fire, the floor discolored and frosting over from the effects of raw nether. Making  the room to noticeably drop sharply in temperature.

Meanwhile, Tordor moved forward sharply to his right measuring the distance between him and the giant, putting him on the mans far left side as he strode forward with his arms apart body low. Though he wasn't about to ignore the second newcomer, a women by all accounts. Most troubling; with his free left hand he weaved a sign as he ran before a pillar of stone.     

[color=DarkSlateBlue]“Bro-tha”[/color]