Thankfully the little bugger wasn't able to sneak in a blow at Eldarin, but it was of little relief, he had b bigger fish to fry. The Legion's attacks were fast and powerful, leaving Eldarin too focused on defense to take advanatge of the vunerable amour. That was what friends were for right? [b]"Vane finish this bastard off!"[/b] With hardly more time to think, let alone speak, Eldarin clashed with the swords in a flurry of steel, giving ground slowly, whilst timing his own defense for maximum effectiness with the focus of someone in a life or death situation. Deflecting attacks to the side with his shield, stepping just a hair's breath to the side to dodge an otherwise fatal cleave, simply attempting to survive the onslaught of blows. He was drained of magic, doing anything else would risk permanant damage to his body and he was rapidly losing stamina as well, unable to keep his admirable defense for much longer. All he'd wanted was the damned key!