"Your lucky day, then!" he shouted back. He walked back to the waters, and slipped out an apparently blunt, engraved knife. "Once again, a woman ruins a portion of my life... I'll expel you from my existance!!" he roared, and threw the knife into the lake; and dived after it.
Fyroh was still trudging through the forest, clutching his broadsword upright; ready to destroy anything threatening. He was more prepared than ever to take on Xor; because of his belief that he had harmed Saphir. So far, though, he was having no luck...
Vlaardi emerged from the forest; arriving by the lake, too late to see Olhal plunge. He sat by the shore, and gave a relaxed sigh, thrusting his sword into the earth to rest.