[b]"Bring me your strongest, and I promise to make it quick,"[/b] Adinraen stated; those around him were slow to approach. His blood stained ring blade gleaming and dripping with the blood of the mythical centaur. Wild eyes looked at the would be warriors, ready for one to make the move that would ultimately be their last. As he waited and turned the blade, his energy continued to infiltrate the land and allow him dominance over it. He already had extended dominance, but now it was growing. This was the second exerted expulsion of power, and now nature was under his control. Another few moments, and he would be completely in control of the nature around him for another two or three hundred feet. At the moment, he was in control, dominating, two hundred feet in either direction around him - a circumference of one thousand fifty-six point six-four feet. [b]“Murderer! Your days end here and now foul elf…”[/b] A spark of happiness ran through Adinraen's eyes, someone had finally stepped up. A large, muscled man - wielding a flaming weapon thrust from a nearby hut and began his assault. [b]"Finally, one of you has shown remarkable bravery and has decided to step forth. Too bad it is fruitless!"[/b] The man struck towards his left leg, both him and the weapon engulfed in flames. Adinraen quickly stepped to his left, in an attempt to avoid the flames of the mace, which had become white - a violent color for heat. As he stepped, he spun and swung the Ring Blade of the Devil Elf in an uppercut like fashion, using the momentum from the swing and his spinning to potentially cleave the head off the oncoming man. Light on his feet due to his race, Adinraen had plans of ripping the man's head from his shoulders and adding another charm to his necklace. The force of the swinging ring blade would potentially cause the man, if he weren't outright decapitated, to be knocked away, or off balance to allow for a follow-up strike that would surely end it. A wicked laugh cut from Barriurden's throat - anticipating the bloodshed.