By now the DragonKnight had joined in using the dragon roar attack. He was familiar with the dragon attack and tiger attack, and he would need them to attack each other again, to kill all of them. His plan was to get the Crusader or Dragonknight to stun everyone with their impact roar, and rip off the tags. He knew his weapons were useless, so he had to turn them against each other. This would be easier because first off he had a plan, and secondly he was in a similar situation. He mind processed the battle speed of each individual and he wired them together. At the bottom left corner of the room all three warriors had him cornered, although each warrior was positioned diagonly, one in front of the other. This was his plan, and this would work. The Knight charged, the Crusader tiger roared, and the Dragon Knight dragon roared. The Knight was hit by the tiger roar before he reached Zard, and his mallet had riqochead (when the things bounces off, i dunno spelling) off the wall, knocked out the Dragon Knight, and the Crusader was temporarily stunned because of the Dragon Roar. Zard nimbly plucked off all the yellow tags, and watched as the zombies turned to a pile of dust.
Zard let out a little sigh and whiped the wall crumbs off his jacket as he walked towards the next door…..

He slowly walked into the next door, to see a magician with a leathery black cloak covering his body; upper and lower, with a large black bamboo hat covering his head and eyes. Something was different about this mage than all the others that he had heard about before. He had black aura around him, but Zard could feel the power of lightning, the strike of ice, the force of fire, and the toxin of poison, but there was something that Zard couldn’t place hsi finger upon. He looked back at the mage grinning as the dark aura enlarged to engulf his entire body. Zard swallowed, this was something he had never encountered before…the last power was darkness…

The mage gingerly took off his hat to reveal the features of a young boy. Zard merely stood their, confused, and still thinking of a plan to take him out.

“I’ve been waiting for you…” said the mage across the room as his voice sounded mature, and demonic. His voice sounded like it was being split, like he was possessed.

Zard placed his sturdy right hand on one of his daggers, as he watched the young boy clap his hands together and slowly take them apart. Something black was growing in between the young boys hands, as it took the shape of a staff, like an Evil Wing staff, but more…deadly…

Zard watched somewhat cautious as the staff took the shape of the Evil Wing staff, but continued forming new attributes. When it was complete Zard saw the horrendous weapon. It looked like and Evil Wing staff, but there was a massive blade at the end of the staff, and their were spikes all over the staff except for the handle, for the mage to wield. Zard quickly examined the blade of the staff, to see a crimson substance he was always used to seeing…blood.

Zard tried to throw his dagger at him but it was deflected. “No point in using weapons, my aura blocks anything that resembles a weapons.” stated the boy as he quickly followed that sentence with lightning, and dark lightning attacks. That sentence echoed through Zard’s mind, “…anything that resembles a weapon.” Zard’s train of though stopped as a poisonous gas was scattered through the room. He pulled up his pilfer across his neck to cover out the poison, but it still burned his eyes. He ignored the pain as he continued to think. His eyes fell across the big bags of money he had stolen from Mr. Hong; he had his primary attack. He couldn’t use to much money, because the bags of money had another purpose. He had left them at the door which he entered to find the mage. He quickly ran over, crashing through giant ice blocks, as he quickly picked up 10 coins and 4 wads of cash. He tried throwing a coin and exploding it towards the mages face, but the mage blocked it. The mage tried to retaliate the attack using a dark fire, but Zard slid under the stream of fire, erupting from the mages staff. A basic strategy plan formed in Zard’s mind; distraction…

Zard flipped backwards arching his back, and before his feet had touched the ground, he had pushed himself off the ground with his hands, and in mid air, he had thrown all 9 coins on the ground next to the mages feet. His feet fell to the ground, and he started to run towards the mage, setting off all 9 coins as a distraction, and slid under the mage, throwing up the 4 wads of cash, setting them ablaze. Zards feet had hit the base of the door and he abruptly got up. He felt a sharp pain in his left hand, and then tremendous heat against his back. He pressed his body against the door, to avoid the explosion. After the heat had died out, Zard turned around to see a black mark on the ground, with a pile of smoky soot in the circle. He looked at his left to see it had been burned. He tried to clench it, but it felt like driving a rusty screw driver through the palm of your hand. He ripped off the left sleeve of his leather jacket with his right hand, and wrapped it around his left hand as a makeshift bandage.

With that, Zard continued walking on towards the door, to his next rival….

**Sidenotes** (This series won’t be ending for a good 3 chapters I think, but its gonna end before summer, but fear not to the people who enjoy reading this, I will be making a new story with my mage and bandit as partners during the summer, soooo enjoy this chapter, and comments are always welcome.)