OoC: Hmmm.....a challenge, huh? Hmmm......need....more......CJs.....

BiC: Altra clapped his hands and touched the ground, a small dome of metals from the ground raising up to trap Sudran. While the fires from the warrior were gone, the alchemist recreated a shadow clone of himself and pulled the tattered remains of his coat off. The four walked to each side of the dome and waited for the explosion they knew was coming.

The alloy dome's top burst open, the fiery warrior leaping out of it like an angery volcanic eruption. The warrior leapt towards Altra, his sword held up above his head. Altra dodged the blade and sliced at Sudran's legs with his shadow-blade again.

The sword cut through the meat and Altra quickly drew it back out and flipped away. Several yards away, he reached for a lone bottle left in his belt. He threw it at Sudran, the sickly, green liquid inside sloshing all around.

The bottle shattered at the warrior's feet, expelling a foul posionous smoke. The possessed fighter ran through the smaoke, coughing horribly.