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Barracker felt that he, Zell and the rangers had been doing their part in synergy and skillfully taking care of the opposing skeletons and wraiths.  Hopefully this would allow more freedom for James and Adam to cast their spells and stay out of danger.  He glanced over at the main double doors of the ritual chamber and saw that Adam had not yet found time to barricade them, but there was a lot to do so hopefully he would find the time before reinforcements came.  

"Guys! Seek the phylactery, it will be a bitch killing him without destroy-!"  Barracker commended his leader’s reaction in blocking the blinding ray, but then realised what he was trying to say.  

[Color=Green][i]A phylactery, of course, he is.[/i][/color] The necromancer was actually a lich, which was far more dangerous.

"Search the cabinets at the back of the room and destroy its phylactery!"  The Cleric once more shouted across the battlefield.  

[Color=Green]“Affirmative captain,”[/color] the Paladin gave a nod and understood what he was looking for.  He had seen an empty phylactery in the Main Capital City’s museum browsing the old relics from the Mythic age.  Barracker spotted the cabinets he was looking for across the battlefield.  [Color=Green]“Zell, hold the line”.[/color]  

He was about to be off but saw Fenna needed assistance.  As the sword strike was coming down he rushed over to save his friend and met the blade of blinding light with his claymore, just in reach due to the length of his weapon.  A sudden rush of pain shivered through his body, another broken whistling sound coursed through the air.  Barracker felt weak to fully block the swinging strike, so he managed to angle the sword away, guiding the blow from landing on Fenna.  Once the wraith missed, the Paladin shoved his sword through the wraith's stomach and drew the rest of his strength to cut the wraith, near in half.  The necrotic damage lit his muscles on fire, his stomach churned feeling the need to vomit. Barracker flung his mask off, chucking up a large puddle of blood, staining the floor and his chin.

[Color=Green]“Fenna, are you alright.”[/color] he croaked as he recovered. The vampire was then torn between wraiths popping up from behind where James and Adam where positioned and reinforcements through the main doors.  [Color=Green]“Looks like we have company,”[/color] he offered a hand to Fenna to pull her up to her feet.  Then rushed to support James and Adam’s position.

Barracker fought and killed two wraiths, doing his best to ignore the pain still making its presence known from head to toe.