come on Sen don't give in!" Deawen whispered

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor laughed at the sight and clapped his hands in delight because he had found what he had been looking for, Melachor then sat on his chair with a smile.

"I think I hit a nerve there...... but the best is yet to come..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen sat down at the base of the coloum still unaware of her peril she did n't want anything to happen to Sen because if he neede help she was his only hope(i feel sorry for sen tright now...)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

*Sen was brought down by a blow to his back; it did not pierce his armor, but it did nock him off his feet. Sen was slowly getting up, when another demon's sword came whistling down at his head. Suddenly, Sen's hand shot up, and caught the sword. He looked up at the demon, and there was fire in his eyes. There was a sudden crack, and he was gone, reappearing moments later, in front of Melachor. He was breathing heavily, and as he put his sword away, the demons fell to the ground, cleaved in half. Sen smiled at Melachor.*
That was quite a mean thing to do, Melachor. Of course you know that, don't you?

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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Melachor shrugged with a smile.

"Well it seems you got hit and worked up a sweat... as you might have noticed such demons aren`t exavtly the highest ranking one`s anywhere, but..."

Melachor looked into the shadowy darkness far away and there was a crumbling sound, a flame awokened in the darkness.

"You know me well enough to know that it isn`t that easy..."

Melachor looked back at the shadowy darkness as a flaming figure within the shadows came closer to the arena.

"I believe you know what that is... the same kind what the grey pilgrim fought once in Moria and same sort of creature drove the dwarwes away from Moria... I advice you to prepare yourself..."

Melachor snapped his fingers as a sign and many shadowy beasts grabbed Deawen by surprise at the base of the coloum.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

A balrog!
*Sen gasped, as he saw the form of shadow and flame aproach.*
Deawen! No!
*Sen shouted as Deawen was grabbed.*
Sen suddenly flung off his armor and his shirt, and spoke in a strange, dark sounding tongue to the Balrog. Ammazingly, it listened, and put Deawen down. It knelt in front of Sen, even kneeling towering over him. Sen placed his hand on its forehead unburnt, and it stood up. They both faced Melachor at the same time. Sen spoke, as he put his shirt and armor back on. Melachor noticed strange marks on Sen's back and chest, before they were covered up.*
Melachor, it seems like you have picked the wrong enemy. The balrog have long been the allies of my country, the taint of evil removed. Once any balrog recognizes one of us, he will join us withou hesitation; for we are of the same heritage, and wield the same forces.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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(okay that was short...)

Deawen was grabed she screamed suddenly "LET GO!" she shouted she saw Sen (wait what grabbed me?) (oh shadows got it okay?) "SEN!" she yelled but he was busy with a balrog (aka brenda!) Deawen sqrimmed and fought she kicked but most of the time she went though the shadows once she got one unprepared.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(Um, Deawen, the Balrog grabbed you...)

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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what Darn i hate brenda she always has troubles with her love life DUDE i hate balrogs..)

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Melachor couldn`t help smiling.

"You prove more interesting than I thought Sen and your people seemed to be worth destroying it seems... but once more I shall present you a question. What do you think you can accoplish by playing my games? I am learning more about you every moment and you are only using your powers to no use, curious isn`t it? You don`t gain anything, but yet waste your time and did you honestly think that I would have killed Deawen?"

Melachor smirked slightly and got up from his chair, he grabbed his staff on his way walking down the stairs and stopped at the end of them.

"Send the balroq away or I will..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

*Sen waved his hand, and the balrog dissapeared in a burst of flame and a whisp of shadow. Sen smiled, as Melachor approached.*
Yet by your method of testing, I learn more about you, and there is still much I will not reveal; you have only seen a small portion of me; the rest is secret, kept only by myself, and revealed only when I want.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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"Is that so? Well I don`t really care unless it`s something most interesting, but tell me what have you learned of me that you wouldn`t have known before?"

Melachor spoke as he walked down the last stairs to the arena ground.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Deawen scrambled away hiding behind a pillar a few tears ran down her cheek she was frightened, and terribely up set with the whole situation. her breathing was short and raspy. she closed her eyes clutching her medaloin. Deawen opened her eyes for a moment she looked around the arena then she took out a knife and with a shaky hand drew a circle around her she leaned against the pillar then closed her eyes and she was still..
Deawen had fainted she was protecting her self with the circle. Deawen was sudden;t frightened by Melachor, the balroq, And Sen. the Balroq she had never seen in her life. the balroq did not harm her only frightened her Melachor she did not know but Sen was a diffrent fear one of not knowing. if you have ever known someone you had been around for years and they suddenly "pull a rabbit out of the hat" you suddenly feel diffrent towards them and that is how Deawen felt.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Well, Melachor, the way in which you have tested me shows something of how you think. You play on the negatives of peoples emotions, and see how far they will go before they break; and only then do you let up. Your heart is filled with these sort of thoughts; and that is why you formed these tests to pass your time.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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Melachor smiled.

"Is it not obvious? Even Adastrea understood that right away, but never really spoke about it because there was no need really... but let us continue... you turned away a balroq, but now I am going to bring out someone whose mind I didn`t actually let go when I made that deal of ours... Neracelc would you please step over here?"

Soon Neracelc walked into the arena, but didn`t go towards Sen, but Deawen with his scimitar revealed.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Are you planning to attack Deawen? If so, I would advise heavily against it; remember my warning earlier.

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"True Evil cannot be reckoned with. Only Defeated." - Sen L I Starfire

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