The real Reo stepped behind me. He was fully armored. "I have not dressed like this since the old Demon wars."

I looked up at him, unamused. "Zurilod, I am sorry he died, but you must do his biding."

"Very well." I looked down at my feet. The real Reo went to draw his sword but nothing was there. "Where is my sword?"

"I uh..."

"Tell me," Reo commanded.

"About that," I rubbed my neck.

"You threw it in a volcano, didn't you?."

"The Dragon made me do it!"

Reo disappeared and a few seconds later appeared again. His armor was red hot. "I got it."

"Wwonderful." I stepped back from the heat.

* * *

Off in the distance, Darin sat on his Proto-drake with an army of 200 shadows.

* * *

I heard a sound of attack not far away. "Come, Darin is here," instructed the real Reo. He mounted his Netherwing-drake. I calked my Death Charger.

"We are not enough," I said as Darin's army came over the horizon.

"Ten of us enough."

Darin and Reo took to the sky where they leapt off of their steeds and proceded to fight in mid air while their dragons faught each other.

I gave a battle cry and led the group of Reos onward. They fought the shadows and I fended off others while watching Darin and Reo's match as they fell to the ground. Darin was driven into the earth and Reo began fighting more shadows. I saw Darin come to his feet, he noticed me. He began walking deliberatley towards me. I dsmounted and stood ready for him.

"You were occupied," I taunted at him.

"It is your time, Zurilod." He pulled a claymore-like blade. He slashed at my side and I stepped behind him. He turned slowly. I rushed at him and he stood with his sword aimed at my chest. I dropped my swords at the last minute, grabed Darin's arm and swisted the blade from his hand. The real Reo came up behind and puched Darin inthe face. Reo took him from behind and held him up for me. "You do the honors."