Well, the ice innate thought, trying to muster the energy to move, I will never have to ask myself, "What would it be like to be thrown out of a tower through a large number of objects prior to hitting something soft that is conveniently placed," now. The joke made the boy laugh slightly, but he coughed some as he laughed, small amounts of blood coming up his throat. He was in bad shape, and an even worse place, for once that guy found him, it would be all over.

The ice innate stirred to get his body moving, trying to move the whole thing, but getting no response. How hard did I hit this bed? My whole body feels like its broken, the ice warrior thought silently as he tried to rouse his body. His eyes peered silently out the hole he had created when his body had gone hurdling through the air and into this building. The sky was now mostly gray, and slowly becoming darker. Perhaps a storm was brewing, but even so, it wouldn't matter, the boy neither had his sword, nor could he move.

I am not going to die like this. Staring blankly into the sky, wondering if it is going to rain or not. That isn't the way and avenger should go out! the youth reprimanded himself silently, slowly forcing himself to sit up. He breathed hard, moving hurt a good deal, but at least he was trying. He slid his legs off the bed and looked around. The coast was absolutely clear; there wasn't a single sign that the warrior that had attacked so angrily before hunted for the boy. What was that guy doing, leaving his foe alive like this? Stupid is what he was, and the Zachary would show him that, but first the red haired youth needed a weapon.

I need a weapon, and just about anything will do, he told himself, feeling his energy returning slowly. Without Magnus, nothing drew from the innate's energy, meaning his supply of power could recover and not be transferring itself into controlling the runes of the sword. No matter how much of his magical energy recovered, though, the ice innate would need his sword to defeat this foe.

A sudden cool breeze blew into the town, the storm clouds drew ever nearer, making the city darker, grayer. A looming sense of what had happened was about to be washed away if it rained as the blood would flow through the streets into the nearby river. THE RIVER! That was it. If Zachary couldn't defeat the sword's power on land, he'd merely lure it to where its power's were obviously less effective. Now all the ice innate needed was his sword.

The ice innate then saw what he could use as a weapon, and it was right in front of him. A plank of wood, mostly whole, lay at his feet, and he bent down and picked it up, swinging the two by four to get a feel for it. Man, I feel like that idiot Kellson wielding a plank of wood like a weapon. What am I, some kind of low class street brawler? the ice warrior asked himself, but knowing it was his only choice. After all, he had decided to throw his dagger at that guy, and all the missing did was leave the would be swordsman defenseless.

The warrior, against his great pain, slowly moved out of the building, hiding in a nearby alleyway, watching as the other swordsman moved towards the building the young Leos had landed in. The warrior Galan entered the building, looking around and smiling, off expecting a hunt.

The warrior of the Hellfire Sword spun around and was about to head out when the red haired boy struck. Appearing out of the shadows he had ducked in, he cracked Galan across the face with his plank, shattering it, but knocking the Hellfire's warrior down and giving the ice innate a chance to run towards the bell tower.

He felt the cool breeze as he rushed up the stairs, reaching the top before long, but he could hear the steps of the warrior coming up the stairs. Sheathing his dagger and grabbing his sword, who's runes glowed half as brightly as they had before Zachary had expended all of his energy, and had to think quickly. Well, the stairs are off limits, since he's coming up. that means I've only got one choice, the swordsman told himself, stepping back and running forwards, jumping out of the bell tower and towards where he had created a nice, hopefully soft landing.

The ice warrior flew through the air, making the jump and landing through the hole exactly where he had created it, his feet hitting the bed and firing him off of it, throwing him into the ground. His legs shook slightly, but he didn't have time to think about that.

He rushed out of the building, back into the street, and as he was about to make a break for the lake, he saw Galan standing in the street, waving the boy on. "Well, it seems you found me, but your time is nearly up," the voice of the boy and the demon of his that lived in his sword both stated.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened: the rain began to fall. The two warriors stood in the cool rain, but something was amiss. Zachary closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes now a dark blue. "Are you ready to fight, wannabe?" the avenger said, his power awakening and a dark blue aura escaping him, freezing the falling rain around him in to ice needles, all that started pointing at his foe. "Die!" the ice innate yelled, the needles shooting at his foe.