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Barracker came crashing down, flying ten feet, his body whistling through the air.  If it weren’t for his increased attributes of endurance and constitution, he might have been a goner.  His armour was torn and his visor cracked nearly in half.  His body felt mangled and neck felt to a near broken state.  With the icicles still in his body, running from his legs to one giant icicle lodged in his neck.  It took all his strength plus his willpower to stand up on his feet.  Legs shaking while resting onto his sword hilt to aid him up.  Barracker could only see out of one eye, the other totally shut, preventing him from seeing through.  The gash one of the icicles made was now pouring away with blood, located just above his eye.  His head rang with concussion, drowning out every other sound in the battle.  His vision swam side to side as if he was drunk.  

His body did not react, it would only demand rest, he felt useless.  The Paladin was just stood there looking at nothing in particular, trying to focus on the battlefield, but it caused more pain just to focus.   [Color=Green][i]On second thoughts, I must quickly rest.  I will be no use to anyone like this.  Rest will regain some of my strength back.[/i][/color]  Barracker took his time edging slowly towards the walls of the Temple.  Once there he turned and faced the battlefield, his back against the wall and let his feet drop, his ass came crashing down hitting the floor.  His eyelids were heavy, the battle taking place in a reel of pictures.   [Color=Green][i]Wait, who is this? An ethereal horse?![/i][/color]   Barracker tried to see the rider's face but couldn’t see much.  Then suddenly.  [Color=Green][i]A new fighter has entered the fray,[/i][/color] a hell of a punch was thrown and connected clean with quite a bit of magical force behind it.  

Barracker felt like he only shut his eyes for a moment but then,  [Color=Green]“A bear?  On the battlefield?”[/color]  Even half conscious, the monster hunter knew there were no bears native to this region.  [Color=Green][i]It must be Adam.  Incredible, how has he learned specialized powers to sub-classes of the Druid field, already?[/i][/color]

 That was it, suddenly he fell to sleep, his tower shield lost somewhere out there on the battlefield.   His eyes closed and his mind wandering, flashes of his loved ones popped in and out.  But then came one of his recurring dreams.  This was not a lovely dream, it was uneasy, even terrifying.  A visual clip played out... 

[i][b]-----Barracker in chains and that voice, that slimy slither of a voice.  “So you dream about me, often aye, ah well that pleases me greatly.”  The voice carried on, Barracker could not see him, until he made his presence known and came close enough... Viktor Battousai came eye to eye with the Paladin.  Still in chains, this forced his heart to beat faster than ever, he needed his revenge.  The look in his eyes grew cold and with anger he shouted in the vast blackness towards the other vampire----[/b][/i]

[Color=Green]“Y-you,”[/color]  Barracker muttered in his sleep.  

[i][b]----[Color=Green]"I will have my revenge before I die, this I vow, you monster!"[/color] Then a smile came across the Viktor's lips, and he whisked a seat out of thin air and took a seat.

“Look around you,”  the Paladin was faced with the faces of his loved ones stuck in chains also.  Evelyne, Krillen, Areleth, Anne, Katrina, even his long dead mentor, Odis was there too, all of them now within reach of a world of hurt.  Viktor grabbed the hair of Barracker's most precious, Evelyne.

[Color=Green]“Viktor!  Don’t!”[/color]

“You don’t get it,” Viktor stopped for a moment and pointed.  “You can’t kill me, you’re just a toy nothing more.  An insult.  A weak little worm with a slither of my power."  His face came all the way close to Barracker’s again.  “And nothing more.  You will never defeat me, not before I decide to take another one of your so beloved loved ones.”  He stood there turning his head from Barracker, back to the chained ones.  “Eeny, meeny, miny moe.”  Viktor paused a moment with a finger to his lips.  “I choose you all to go”.

[Color=Green]“VIKTOR!!!”[/color]----[/b][/i]

His heart began to beat even faster, his fingers flickering.  Movement began to circulate back to his body, a fist curled up.      

The words of his late mentor Odis Visigni came into his mind.  [Color=Green][i]If I’m not dead I can still be an effective soldier.[/i][/color]

His eyes flashed open.