Back on the battlefield, the battle was reaching its climax.
Everyone stood on the sidelines watching as Androkinos easily dismantled the thirteen assassins'.
"Wait just a second!" Melvin cried. "Where are the theives?"
Somehow during all of the commotion, he had lost track of his opponent Lindor. He, along with the rest of the thieves seemed to have disappeared during the time where Androkinos had awakened.
Phillip looked around, finding no trace of his foes.
"He's right" Phillip said. "The only ones left ar Androkinos, and his Black sheep."
Phillip looked over at Azirah in disgust, absolutely livid with frustration. He wanted to take his blade and run it through her until it was covered in blood, claiming vengeance for his father.
"Relax" Valantene said, noticing Phillips anger.
"As badly as we would like to avenge Phillip III, right now the battle before us is so pertinant, we could end up getting in the way."
