[hider=My Hider] https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=ujVNKQrYSuk#t=140 (02:20-4:25) [/hider] "[i][b]Good to know I make you laugh![/b][/i]" Freda would of laughed if her lungs didn't feel like they were on fire. It was a good feeling, or that was just the adrenaline speaking. She had already died three times in the past five minutes only to somehow escape it by a thread - she felt almost like a cat; completely insane as-well. Probably not far off a cat, she concluded. Either way, something was guiding her - there was a wind at her back and she felt faster than ever. Or just the prospect of death whilst doing her duty was all she ever wanted. She charged the Troll who quickly answered, it stomped out in her way, slamming it's giant, webbed foot into the ground just before the Knight. It drowned out whatever Miriam's witty response was. Water, mud and oddly enough blood followed - seems he smashed a small critter or something; just to add to the graviy of this beast. Either way, she swung her sword as hard as she could into the monsters ankles and actually struck home. The blade sliced deeper than it ever had. The creature roared out in something akin to anguish, quickly recoiling and causing even more damage to the forest and itself. The Troll wasn't too pleased by being slashed in the ankle with a sharp, pointy and shiny twig - it recoiled backwards further and picked up one of the fallen trees that prodded at his behind. The log came spinning at Freda whom had charged after in her success only to gag loudly and gasp it out after, the log swung over her head and flew right at Miriam. The Hunter squeaked and ducked, jumping onto the ground quickly which she felt in her chest but it wasn't as bad as the log that sailed over her head and smashed into a few opposing trees. The logs cracked and smashed overhead, bending inwards and collapsing. It would of squished the little Hunter if not for the roll she performed. Managing to lose a few more arrows in her clumsy footing. It was of no consequence as she was just as dedicated as the Knight - if not more. She began to fell her true calling, or just having a log thrown at her was a terribly annoying thing to endure. "[i][b]Take this, ugly![/b][/i]" Miriam drew the string back to her cheek after notching the broad-head arrow on it and fired! It whizzed through the air to smack into the Troll's head once again, just beneath his eye-lid. The soft, under-covering was thin enough to be pierced and guided it straight into the monsters eye, ripping through tendons and muscle to leave the creature partly blinded. Each wound suffered seeped a black, void magic. It did not bleed blood and was as the rumours said, a creature of darkness. The Huntress chirped in delight, quickly running off as to not bring any ire her way - but oh did it come. The creature bellowed out, kicking and screaming as it threw a massive and ugly tantrum. The ground heaved in turmoil underneath them as it began to buckle under the weight of the monsters anguish. It's defeat was drawing near and it was having none of it. It stomped, smashing and with one faithful blow - struck Freda square in the chest, this gave the Phoenix her wings and send her flying a short distance away only to have her journey halt as she hit a tree part-way, slamming into it with enough force to shatter bones. She spluttered harshly, spewing out blood for a second before landing on her knees, unsure what was even keeping her alive at this point. Her body remained had buckled under the blow that surely should of killed. Her body felt almost broken yet, she stood up - the footing was sloppy, as if someone had just stepped into her skin and threw her aloft. Freda started to hyper ventilate as she felt the pain overwhelm her - the same pain as it was like waking up just seconds before her trip into the Outworlds. In that split second of a time, her eyes welled up in a veil of blood and she went numb, one final scream prevailed out her lungs before she went dark. Her blood stopped coursing and her heart went numb. It's beating the only thing she could here and then. [b]Nothing.[/b] Freda was no longer Freda, or what she perceived as herself. Miriam watched from afar with astonishment or fear, she quickly knew was something wrong, she stupidly shouted out from her cover. "Hey, Knight! You... doing alright?!" The Troll had quickly forgotten about the pesky hunter and let the anger within drive him. It towering over this figure that began to swirl with magic. The blood veil over her face continued to drip, blanketing her clothes and face in blood as it left every orifice. This was the price of possession. Whatever controlled Freda. Somehow. Somewhere. Knew full well it was not meant for this world and used its power only sparingly - there was dire consequences to follow, but whatever being controlled the fledgling warrior did not want to see her dead. Another worldly voice left the Knight's lips, echoing out in a long-forgotten language. "Azar. Azan. Fledo-aran. Hin, yo, nag-yar." The words started to create an unending tempest of magic, a veil or spiral of magic to the heavens was created and before long silence fell. The magic stopped for but a moment to allow both the Human's listen to this celestial being speak through it's vessel. "Your time has not come yet, young one's. There is much yet to do. Seek the Walkers. It is your only hope." The voice itself was that of a woman's, yet echoed with the depth to rival what a god should sound like. And within seconds of the voice dissipating, a devastating display of foreign magic burst from Freda's body and rippled through the forest. An immense, immeasurable blinding light spewed out from the warrior and caused her to drop as the possession ended. The spell was already done. This wave of Light created a massive blast zone, decimating trees and outlying life in its majesty. Miriam was swept off her feet for but a second yet did not seem at all affected from the light at all as she had quickly shut her eyes - much to her dismay; she wanted to watch more. She knew, however, it'd blind her if she kept looking. The mighty Troll let out one final roar of anguish before it was drowned out by the destructive wave of magic. It quite literally dissipated into nothingness, the swirling mass in the ground zone of the magical explosion sent any dark, void magic back whence it came; purging it in some unknown force. A benevolent spirit had intervened in that instant and anyone with a small ounce of knowledge could know that it was not something any Human, even a Mage, could ever hope to accomplish. The entire area around Freda's dead-zone was smashed trees, burnt foliage and black void residue that combusted now it had no-where to go; nothing to seethe. [hider=My Hider] https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=ujVNKQrYSuk#t=2452 40:53-42:55 [/hider] The bleeding Phoenix gasped for life, coming back into her own body as her heart raced - her blood pumped again and a crippling weakness filled her. Freda's limbs gave way and she collapsed into the dirt. Blood ceased to flow from her face but she was already covered in it - what the spirit had done almost killed her but in turn saved their lives. The Troll was far too powerful for any one Human to dare slay. It's kind was only the beginning. The use of the magic still rippled through the land of the North. The wave carried on and on through the woodland, causing the same devastation it had before and was visible for miles in all directions. It bent the forest and left behind with it a purging Light that did not break the boundaries of the forest, eventually losing momentum a few miles from the borders. The residue left behind was just as the void-magic, yet it was like snow but still burned with no energy to feed off. Either way, Miriam rushed over to the now collapsed Knight and quickly went to see if she was dead or not - to say she was confused was an understatement yet she didn't feel fear or worry for some reason and was more concerned with the Knight than anyone else. "[i]Uh, well, good job? You awake?[/i]" Miriam said, trying to get the unconscious Knight's attention. "[i]Can't say that wasn't entertaining.[/i]"