[i]Successful.[/i]

Zargon was pleased at how successful the assault went; the sword was impaled in the Lord Marshall's chest. Reaching out his hand, he called back the sword-

-And his head exploded; literally. Zargon's energies temporarily scattered across the wall in a flurry of dark purple and black wisps, with the sword dropping to the ground halfway there. The energies snapping back and reformed, but not completely - and by then the full extent of his nature was revealed, along with a demonic visage that still looked far from human, but at least had some resemblance to a head.

[i]Damn rif-[/i]

He couldn't finish his thought before a large mass slammed him into the wall, cracking the stones behind him and pinning him. He used an evasive maneuver he hadn't needed since the War and literally melted, oozing onto the ground in a mass of dark liquid, and quickly slid behind The Red while attempting to create the first wisps of a portal in the dent that had just been formed. He had little time to think, and moved purely on demonic speed and reflex; little cohesive thought (considering his head was blown...)

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