Sword clang as they hit swords, the sound of gun shots ringing true and loud in everyone’s ears all to often, flames biting and eating at whatever they could find purchase in. The cell was a mess, a utter chaos that would devour anyone that couldn’t pay attention to it, or where lucky enough to avoid attention. With an arrow on his bow, the sensation as the string creaked and the wood creaked under the pressure. Lightning passed down and struck a man and the smell was unpleasant to say the very least. The vampire knew not what to do for most the time, he was left dumb struck by trying to pay attention but failing for there where simply to much to cope with.
Sweat ran down his face, not from heat, not from physical tiredness but simply fear. His legs where struggling to keep their posture and the bow wielder felt his aim shaking. His once noble nature was gone; there was nothing noble about his nerve wreck feelings. Duffy had acknowledged him and he had nodded in return, his action spoke more of the alliance than words would. Alis Grave Nil was about to lose another arrow at the paladin to aid their alliance but something caught his eyes. A spinning fan came towards his location and with it also came tendrils of black. What purpose they served the ranger could only guess at but in an arena of death where each warrior served to end others before he died himself he could only guess it was meant to cause him harm. Dodging right and left from the tendrils, keeping his footing as he jumped around like a monkey the fan came closer and closer until it was almost upon him. His experience in the woods and running around there as well as in the tree’s made it an easy game of tag to avoid the tendrils but when the fan came the ranger saw he would not be able to jump over it and he didn’t have time to dodge to the sides.
Dropping his body and falling voluntarily onto his flat back, the fan spun over him, and along the way grazed his face grabbing a piece of his chin, cutting him a small cut, like a barber cut. Small amount of blood spilled from the wound but as quickly as it started to bleed it closed again as if he had never been hit. While he laid there the tendrils had captured him and with it brought powers and the vampire welcomed the sensation.
Images flashed through his head, with the power that surged in his body along came hundreds of pictures that he saw himself in 3’rd perspective, through his own life. Unable to get them all he realized that it was his own memories of life, the memories he had lost. He tried like a desperate child to get to his mother when taken away; he tried to cling onto the memories but in vain.
The cheers from the audience, the sound of battle and the instinct of survival brought the vampire back to the cell’s reality quickly though, and he cursed himself for losing all the valuable information he could have gotten from his memories, but a sensation of the past had entered him and he held onto it. It was just the beginning and he would see it through. Words spoken loudly, it was the woman who had made the tendrils offered herself to be attacked, a trick of some sort Alis grave nil though at first, but her proposition of bringing down one of the big fellows in the arena was too good to give up. If he went down, it would mean one less hero titan to be afraid of. But still he had friends to protect first. The marksman pulled the string with the same arrow he had stringed earlier and let lose an arrow towards the weakened paladin. With his new powers the arrow midair dispersed and turned into 5 arrows creating a circle with the original arrow in the middle and the others on each side and over and under the original. Each arrow was one feet from the middle one, and they were all converging on the already hit paladin. Sparing a glance to Talen and Duffy the undead elf could see that they were locked in close quarters with the paladin and firing an arrow into that would be unwise as you could easily hit your own. But from his experience his acquaintance’s where quick to avoid danger so he took the gambit and fired an additional arrow that disperse as the previous one towards the paladin and he did so… with a sinister grin.