"Lets go." Said Normli, smiling, and faded sharply as if never there. Smiling grudgingly, Eldin 'Eldinloom' Stran prepared for the nauseous feeling he always got whenever a portal or summoning whisked him away. 'Damn Battlemasters. Why cannae they just fight closer to home?' He thought, as he felt the throb, the pulse of the magic sweeping inwards, clutching at him... A blade hurtled towards him.