Fyroh growled. "Stay out of this. This isn't your fight; and I've had enough of being called weak."
Xor frowned. "Please don't think for a second he's defeated me." He turned pure black for a second; no shadow, no light, just pure dark silhouette; then, too fast for the eye to capture, he was standing on his feet, and Fyroh was flying backwards. "What a shame. If you hadn't jumped in, maybe he could be celebrating his false victory... for I would have let him believe he beat me." He turned, and glowed for a second. Now, he was unfased from his previous battle. "I assume you want another fight..." He shot a light out of his hand, making Fyroh fade black as Xor did one moment ago; Fyroh then faded away into nothing. "I am afraid I'm too busy. I only fought him because he was in my way. Now, I just need Olhal..." A shadow appeared on the ground, in which a flame appeared, then Olhal; who almost instantly suffered the same fate as Fyroh; being turned into shadow, but he didnt fade into nothing. "Hm. I cannot move him, for he still has an abundance of energy..." He turned, ready to fight Olhal; Olhal, though completely black, drew his axe, still ready to battle.