[center][color=crimson][h2]Xandar Markov[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=crimson][center]Location: Outside Faeril's Eyrie, cliff's edge[/center][/color]

Xandar could only shake his head as he caught his breath, stretching his arms and shoulders as he talked with Faeril. [color=crimson]"If you would take me as an enemy when I have saved your life not once, but twice, than so be it. We have a mutual need for one another Widow, but that does not extend out to your comrades. I will do my best to be civil and nothing more, but I would not idly stand by if they provoke me."[/color]

The Warlord Prince turned to the Queen, and while he did feel a tinge of guilt for pulling her away from her dead comrade and injuring her slightly, it would be far better than having her exposed and open on the battlefield. The last time he left a healer to her own devices she was nearly mutilated, and he would not let this happen to her. Once the dust settled he would be a little more lenient and less protective, but he deemed his own worth based on how well he could protect others. [color=crimson]"I'm sorry for your loss, Queen Fatima, but your safety is of greater importance in this very moment. I hope you will understand, but the battlefield is not a place you should be. You'll have much greater purpose and taking care of Faeril."[/color]

[color=crimson]"I will be the judge of their strength, but I have never needed more than my own. But, I at least know my boundaries when it comes to my power. I know you mean well but you're more worth to us when you're healthy. I will extinguish the souls of those who dare challenged me and we can continue this conversation after."[/color] Xandar took a few steps towards the edge of the cliff, looking up at the fleeing Eyrien shot by arrows before turning his head to Dareen. [color=crimson]"I would gladly take your advice and do the same kindness to you, but a person who can't perform simple tasks is simply beneath me. But, if you choose to disrespect me again, I'll gladly end your life. I'm not as merciful as our host."[/color]

And with that Xandar built up power in his Jewel before launching off the cliff's edge, exploding upwards with the force of a psychic blast as he spread his wings and very quickly approached the Blood Opal. So quickly, in fact, that he caught the fleeing Eyrien in surprise and he came soaring above him. The Ebon-Grey brought his fists together and slammed them into the center of his back, causing the shield to shatter with a sickening crack, the force sending the Blood Opal downward. Using that momentum, Xandar grabbed both of the Eyriens wings firmly in his hands, pulling with all his might as he tore off both wings like a band-aid. The man shrieked in pain, blood spewing as Xandar delivered a final kick with both his legs into the man's back, sending him hurtling towards the ground without wings. The Warlord Prince slowly made his way back to the Eyrie, not bothering to look down as he was sure his opponent would make a nice blood stain several hundred feet below. He looked at his trophy in his hands, a pair of blood stained wings before he vanished them. 

[color=crimson]"What the darkness gives you, The Reaper will take it away just as quickly."[/color]