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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"See ya bugger" Thoruk would grumble, turning around and hardening the lava so he could get out of the dangerous field and towards the river. He had to get out of here, whatever these gingers were, he wouldn't want to fight them. Not against, nor with one.

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"Okey...?" Tamara was a bit confused, why wouldn't fire hurt a man? He was nothing but a hobbit, but what if... "Can I do this too?" Tamara would ask, pointing at the flames before there was a loud explosion or something. Tamara would immideatily dash towards the nearest bushes. She was curious, yet she was scared aswell. Should she? Should she not? "I-I just have a look" she'd say to Keratos, way to curious of what this was, she still had something of a child after all, although she was a 'warrior princess' as she called herself sometimes when succesfully hitting targets with the dagger. She would slowly creep towards the noise, keeping herself hidden between the bushes, ignoring the rain of sorts. "Can't get worse" she'd say to herself, soaking wet of the rainshower that hit them.

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Artos would continue to buy time for his companions as he fires one ice-beam after the other at the balrog, trying to catch his arms if he wants to hit someone or his wings if he wanted to fly up. As he did so he saw something big suddenly appearing infront of Vana, he could only glance for a few seconds before the battle went on but whoever it was seemed to be on their side. One thing less to worry about as someone already protected their holieness, Vana.
 
"Well, you see--" Daugo was saying when he was cut off by the odd explosion ahead. He craned his neck and hopped on the balls of his feet, trying and failing to see what had happened. "What--what's going on, Gala?" he said.

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The dry plant matter started smoking when Mirecyla held her hand against it, but her concentration broke, and nothing more came of it save a nasty burn in her palm. It began healing but stung spectacularly.

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The Balrog screeched unintelligibly as the Maiar overpowered her. She was angry, in pain, and confused, but her wits were not altogether lost. Her body instinctively erupted with flames, and she tried to bite any part of her attackers that she could get her jaws on, extremities flailing wildly while a javelin materialized in each of her hands.
 
F Kodya. May he rest in pieces.
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"Huh? What's going-" He stopped, and heard a great boom nearby. Getting up and brushing past the surrounding crowd, or at least attempting to, Ha'zi tried to catch sight of whatever had come crashing down, a feeling of recognition chilling him.
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For Galador, this situation was getting odder and odder. First it was the negro taking a drop, then Daugo with the flames- and now there's some explosion! Having no real idea of what was happening, nor any real intention to investigate either, but being compelled to offer some sort of support, Galador answered, "I've got no idea whatsoever, Daugo. You and your Karoltai kin probably have a better guess than I ever could. Yet, I still suggest acting wary of what's over there, mate. It could be anything- for all we know, it's a trap set up by them elves, or even the enemy shifters."
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As Shin happened to be chuckling lightly at his joke, he wasn't able to, ironically, watch his tongue when he was hit, causing him to accidentally bite down on his tongue. "Fack!" The ranger hissed, inadvertently referencing a particular Gondorian runaway. He glared at Keratos, and was going to curse him out, but halted when the loud tremor occurred. More interested in that than the squabbles of this pack of fools, Shin headed toward the sound.
 
The men turned their heads in haste at the man rising from the bush and both gripped their sheathed blades. "Oi!"
"Who're you?!" They cried.

Arandil noticed the black cloaks on their backs and remembered the men that had come to rescue them in Ithilien. Yet before he could take stock of this issue another produced itself. He felt a prick against his upper back as he took hold of whatever it was and it began to wrangle against him.

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"What the-" Ostopher's apprentice boy cried as he glanced in the direction of the sound.
"Fack." Shin's curse came in almost too well timed.

"You!" Ostopher pointed to Keratos, "Take your squad and find out what exactly made that noise!"

Keratos dismounted and merely nodded, looked at his men and signaled with a mere motion toward the noise. He turned toward Tamara and whispered, "Stay here, Lady Tam. We'll be back."

Ostopher then turned toward Daugo, "Explain yourself." He seemed to ignore Ha'zi's condition. The Haradrim could not see anything particular in the direction of the sound, whatever it was had been obscured by the undergrowth. It couldn't be anything good, judging by what he had just seen through his mind.

Before the rangers could take off, the bushes parted and a large man emerged carrying a warhammer the size of Daugo's pony. Over his shoulder was another even larger man who appeared unconscious.

Dimitri found himself staring at an assortment of faces. Many he did not recognize yet they bore the symbolic armor and coats of Gondor. Yet two he did recognize.

Daugo and Ha'zi's eyes could not even believe themselves. The person before them...he had changed oh so much. His face was chiseled, shaven clean. His body had a livelier glow to it, much more so than the defeated man that dragged himself through Ithilien. This was the man who had taught Ha'zi how to fight before he met Vardamir. This was the man who had a number of difficult altercations with Daugo. This was the man who scores of black rangers had defended and died for in Ithilien. The man that Celeborn gave up his life for.

And atop his shoulder was the murderer himself. The Iron Hunter.

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Before the lava could harden, a hand erupted from the smoldering liquid and gripped onto the ground. It was completely unscathed.

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VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM

Iver watched Vingilote's shielding wither away just as the Silmaril from Earendil's shield unleashed a devastating beam that shattered through the three-headed dragon's triple-ray. Both rays fought one another for a few seconds, yet, the Silmaril bore through.

Before it could strike the beast, its blast was mitigated by a sudden spherical barrier that appeared around the dragon. The beam seemed to be absorbed and channeled into this sublime celestial shield and transferred into the beast, it's grey scales teaming with a lifelike pale golden glow. Morgoth's beast reared its ugly heads and seemed to prepare for a final cosmic blast to Vingilote.

Earendil could only gaze up at it in suspended disbelief. What was this beast?

Suddenly, the eagles that had been bystanders to this, took flight, rushing in droves at the creature. They moved towards its face like precision darts. Would Iver standby and watch? Join them? Or perhaps...blindside and attack them? What would he do in the face of such calamity?

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Undolog's teeth went wild and her javelins were cut before they could fully form whilst a shard of ice smacked her chest. She was flung slightly off her feet before being tossed forward as a hunkering weight sank down upon her. Several horns penetrated her lower back, causing a mixture of embers and black liquid to ooze out as her body lit burnt madly.

Daedoran's antler form was burnt away by the sizzling heat and the other Maia backed off as the Balrog came crashing to her feet. They had brought her down. Meanwhile, Lungorthin was battling three of the scions in combat whilst the one attached to his rope freed himself, cutting through the material with a slice of his blade. Arteriel was free...

"LET'S GET 'EM!" The other balrogs chanted as they followed Ranzolg's charge straight towards the Scions of Manwe.

On the other side of the battlefield, Aule stood defiant against the Dark Lord.

"A fitting end isn't it?" Morgoth smirked. "I will miss seeing Yavana's tears when she feels the loss of her husband and sister."

"Who's to say this is our end?" Aule countered. His hands remained at his sides, palms slightly tilted backward. They signaled for Vana to do something. It appeared he was stalling for time. Was this the right moment to escape?

"I do." Morgoth reached out his hands yet Aule did not budge.

"Oh," Aule callously glanced at Morgoth's fingers, "How forgetful of you." Aule raised his hands and to the eyes of the Ainu, large winds extended from his spine, a dark brown like rusty copper. "I am one of the Aratar." And with that statement, he vanished. Leaving Vana to stand alone against her oldest brother.

Morgoth burst out into a slow chuckle.

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Mirecyla grumbled and looked at her hand, however interesting this was she obviously still didn’t have full control over her powers, and she probably wouldn’t be able to practice in secret. “Mr. White I don’t know if you can hear me but if it was possible for you to at certain times create a rift where I could practice my powers in Mordor without Sauron knowing that would be splendid.” She thought to herself meanwhile going back to her pack and getting the flint striker.
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With the Balrog fallen Daedoran swiftly brought out his Maiar Blade, he would not simply kill this creature, he would destroy it from its vile existence! “For the holy lord and ladies of the Ainur! To our gracious lord and our bountiful lady I cast you down for good!” He yelled before strike he Balrog with his blade, ignoring the fire bursting from its hide
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Ranzolg roared as he charged the scions, his smoky form only producing more smoke and turning him into a devil of the darkness. Raising his Morningstar he harvest the one held by the whip swinging husband weapon in a wide arc to catch the Maia in its side
 
Dimitri took a moment to survey the group of men. Gondorians, veteran warriors all, wielders of the bow and sword. It was good to be among mortals once more. Yet at the same time, he saw that there was tension, as there rightfully was in these times. "Men of Gondor, hold thine fire, for the one I bear is a foe of the Black Enemy of all Arda, and a Son of Tulkas Beloved." Dimitri began. Then, he continued after gently laying his comrade on the ground. "I have returned from the West bearing tiding of great woe to all men. Eonwe is dead. His wife, Arien, is dead as well, and their infant child too. All slain by Morgoth, foul foe of Men. Aule the Smith has been revived, and the Anor saved. Now, I return to Arda to continue Tulkas' divine work." He took a moment to change the grip on his warhammer and continued, "Ha'zi, Daugo. I see the Foe's servants have not slain you yet. You may be pleased to know that Iver is stronger than ever, and now can take the form of a winged reptilian beast."
 
"But... I want to help!" she'd say before a large man appeared infront of them. Tamara would jump up, look at him, carring someone on his shoulder then at Keratos. She would back off and stay behind the others. "Who is this?" she would ask in hesitation.

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"What?! Don't tell me he's alive!" Thoruk would say angrily. He would try an harden the lava around the hand as fast as possible while trying to get away. This ginger was too much to handle for him and the river was his best way to get out of here alive since Aranel suddenly disappeared.

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Artos, seeing as the balrog fell instantly looked towards the other one that was still remaining and would prepare a bunch of icey needles, aiming for the balrogs' eyes.
 
Daugo's teeth clenched and his hands curled into fists as he saw the two emerge. The phantom of a scowl crept up his face, and the raindrops that hit him sizzled into steam as his temperature rose with his agitation. Yet he managed to restrain himself from acting upon his feelings, staving off the impulse to blast the two of them into oblivion as the Behemoth. "Dimitrius," he said, emotionless.

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No answer came for Mirecyla, and the forest stared at her blankly. A white hare scuffled off into the brush, fleeing from the flame that her tinderbox created, and she had a nice fire going soon. Her belly growled with hunger, and it was likely that food in Morgul Vale would be scarce; perhaps it was best to take advantage of the cornucopia of game that inhabited Ithilien, and try her luck hunting.

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Undolog became like a wounded animal, gnashing her fangs together and roaring hideously. She unfolded her tattered wings, trying to fly away from imminent danger.
 
Iver watched, he didn't believe that he could do anything against that great monstrosity if he lost against the bean of the light that didnt even seem to tickle the 3 headed dragon. Iver would watch carefully to see if the Dragon was about to release it's attack, and if the eagles were seem to distract him for long enough he would launch himself towards the ship, hoping to grab both the man and the silmril and get the fuck out of there in full speed
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Vana watched in disbelief as Aule disappeared but soon realized what he really did. With Morgoth distracted she would tempt to once again teleport herself and her remaining companions out of the fray and back to Valinor
 
Breaking the solemn attitude, Dimitri smiled with happiness and approached Daugo, sweeping him up in one great bear hug. "Daugo, me old cock! Its good to see you again, my old friend!" Dimitri said, beaming with joy. He released the hobbit and then turned to the girl who sought his name. "Hello comrade, I am Dimitri, son of Forochel and veteran warrior of Gondor! Pleased to meet you! I trust you have kept my comrade Ha'zi safe?"
 
The pained and confused Ha'zi's attitude hesitated upon sighting the burly man, but then brightened as he started to recognize him. "Dim-!" He went to say enthusiastically, taking a few steps towards his long last comrade, feeling joyful that what he had seen of his Karoltai friend was true, that he was still alive.

But as he strolled close, the Haradrim took incredible notice of the man who was held by the Forochelrim then set down upon the moist grass. Ha'zi recognized him, too- as the searing memory was still firmly implanted in his head: the Iron Hunter. The monster that ambushed them on the way back from Mordor, claiming many lives of the survivors, including one elf in particular...

Celeborn. This was the bastard that had slain him. Upon acknowledging this, Ha'zi froze, then slowly drew towards the individual, the air around him starting to flare, electricity starting to crackle wildly, and his hate building sharply. Once he was right up to the murderer, he softly whispered, closing his eyes, "I'm sorry for failing you, Celeborn. But," he cracked his vision open, his eyes full of malice, "I won't do that now!" Channeling fire, rage, and lightning, Ha'zi blasted blazing pumes at the dropped man with one hand, and calling upon the storm to strike down the monster with the other, shouting, "YOU ASSHOLE!"
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"You... you know this fellow, Daugo?" Galador said, suspiciously eying the rando that strolled up and greeted his hobbit companion out of nowhere.
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Shin shrugged at the appearance of the barbarian-looking guy, not caring one bit for his arrival. He figured that he was one of the shifters, probably that burly Elemental one.

Instead, he focused his attention on the dirty kid as he went towards the stronger man placed on the ground. "Oh dang, shit's about to go down," he commented, seeing him flare up and the skies starting to stir more violently. "Better grab my snack to watch this entertainment go down."

Seeing as a certain flaky, salty food common in theaters wasn't around at this point of time, Shin settled on a set of salted nuts from a pouch on his belt. The ranger popped a few in his mouth as he waited for the fun to begin.
 
Daugo was caught completely off-guard by Dimitri's exuberant greeting. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to smile and patted the Forochelrim's back. "I see your sojourn has treated you well, friend," he said, stowing away his ill-will in a back corner of his mind. He continued beaming as he was put down, and his expression changed only when Ha'zi began his full fledged attack on the Iron Hunter. He barked an incredulous laugh and walked over to the boy, but, as he did, he started feeling the same raw hatred, the same desire to avenge his friend. He found that he could not bring himself to go and try to reason with the Haradrim boy, to make him understand that, if Dimitri had brought him so casually, there were likely some circumstances that they were not aware of and should take into consideration. 'Fuck that,' he thought, and his heart, the well-controlled furnace that it was, started bursting with flames and white-hot rage. "FUCK EVERYTHING," he roared, and his appearance started becoming blurry as the air around him shivered with heat.
 
"He.. Help me." He told them as he turned his back trying to show them whatever was on it. He hoped they would help him and then question him.
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"Finally." he thought. He cared not if his wounds would finish him in a few minutes, or in a few hours. Arteriel was determined to charge the big beast and smite it. He once again unsheathed his rapier and went for the bastard.
 
"Hu-"
"What the-"

SPLOOSH.

Arandil felt the thing leave his back, a splotchy suction noise made as it leaped off him, tearing through his brown tunic. Behind him, he heard one of the men shout and the sound of a sword unsheathing.

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"Can someone please tell me what's happening?!" Ostopher yelled at the Karoltai and his own men in confusion. First the flaming hobbit, then an explosion, and now this guy. They were clearly up to something. Was this another prototype?!

Before they answered, Ha'zi rushed the large sleeping fellow and began to siphon energy blasts into him whilst Daugo wildly screamed in encouragement...

What the actual fuck. Thunder boomed above them.

"Move!" Keratos pushed Tamara and his horse backward as lightning struck down from the skies above, somehow avoiding the canopy and directly striking the unconscious figure beside the one Daugo had called 'Dimitrius'.

Ha'zi's hands lit with flames and doused Telimekhtar's body in fire, burning him in an inferno of heat which caused the surrounding undergrowth to catch flame. Meanwhile, Daugo's own clothing started to sizzle as his skin burnt in excitement.

Dimitri's allies were torching the one who had rescued him from Manwe's clutches. And they did it right before his very own eyes.

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The magma soldified into stone around the hand. It twitched slightly and twisted around but was stuck. Thoruk had bought himself some time.

He heard Aranel's voice from over the ridgeline. She was saying something loud enough for him to hear it from way over there but not distinct enough to understand it. Loud stomps followed...

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The left head of the dragon twisted around and caught sight of the eagles. It's wings spread as wide as possible in an arch and suddenly the energy that had built up was released in one resounding burst.

BOOOOOM. CRACKLE.

Out of each wingtip and spinal vertebrae, starry light shot out in various directions like a prism of cosmic power. Some eagles were caught in these cosmic rays, whilst others missed them, however, each ray then transferred through from one eagle to another, linking them in a matter of milliseconds. It was done in the blink of an eye. And Iver watched as droves of great birds fell from the sky, charred and battered into ash.

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Daedoran's Maia blade plunged into Undolog's hide, entering the hard flesh with a squishy sizzling noise. Yet...nothing occurred. No loss of energy, no burning of the soul, she was in agony but she was not purged of Arda.

Suddenly, other Balrogs had joined the battle. Arteriel's head was crushed in an instant by Ranzolg's morningstar. Lungorthin threw of one of the scions who was then bitten out of the air by Durin's Bane. Artos' icicles melted before they could reach him as the combined flames of the fire-demons created a net of heat that suffocated their foes. Artos began melting...

Varda felt herself leaving the ether before a force pulled her back in.

"Oh, no you don't. I might have failed to catch Aule but you're firmly in my grasp." Morgoth pulled her back in toward him. Vana could see that her Maia and the Scions were being wiped out by the Balrogs. They were losing and now she would die here. This entire mission...from the get go...was doomed to fail. Manwe had not sent her here to kill the Trickster and Morgoth but rather to die. And now she would.

Morgoth grabbed ahold of her neck and a black sword formed in his hand. She recognized the material. It was an ancient ore, once created by Illuvatar, that had been discarded by him for its impurity and left amongst the stars. It rivaled the capabilities of Aule's steel that was able to slay Ainu. This must be the prophesized blade...Gurthang.
The blade of Turin Turambar. The blade that would be plunged into Morgoth's heart to kill him.

"This is for your betrayal, sister. For betraying me and leaving me in that...that black abyss. And for Orome." Morgoth pointed the blade at her heart, ready to plunge it in.

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Dimitri's eyes blazed with fury when the ones he protected most attacked the one he trusted most. Fury rising in his heart, Dimitri ran at Ha'zi with a roar and tried to tackle him at the last second. He tried to deliver a blow with his fist to the Haradrim's gut if he was pinned, and turned himself to stone to put some more weight on him. "Tulkas damn you, boy! He may have killed Celeborn but he also killed many a servant of Manwe. Stand down or I will ensure the Fatebreaker tastes Southron blood on this day." He looked at the nearest Gondorians and shouted, "Get him away from her and put him under guard. If he wakes up, tell me. Refuse, and I will ensure that your King knows you defied to my word." He tried to put much authority into his voice, mimicking the heroic Swan Knights he fought with at Calembel.
 
"Damn, even the new one is getting in on the action... OH, HAH! He just charged the Haradrim! Oh my Eru, this is hilarious!" Shin chuckled, spraying crumbs as he spectated the rumble. He would've cheered on the newcomer, but he didn't want to seem too foolish, so he just remained observing with great amusement.
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"Daugo! DAUGO! What are you doing?" The ranger shouted, heading toward the hobbit without a care of intervening. "Stop it, mate! Get ahold of yourself!"
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Too far deep into the red hot anger, Ha'zi tuned out everything his attacker had spewed to him. Aggravated that his assault was impeded, he made his body light up like a bonfire as to launch Dimitri off of him. "Get off of me, scum!" He shouted in fury as he started to burn up swiftly, summoning blasts from the storm to continue hitting the Maia.
 
Dimitri turned himself into the same material that resisted the sun's wrath, weighing him down even more, and shouts, "Forochel!" when he delivers a huge headbutt to Ha'zi, aiming solely to knock him out with one great blow and stop Ha'zi's tard rage.
 
The aura of hazy air surrounding Daugo diminished enough for Galador to be able to approach him without getting third-degree burns, though standing within arm-reach of him felt like being naked in a desert on midday. He held up his hand to silence him, and walked beyond the ranger towards Ostopher, leaving scorch marks on the ground where he stepped. "The creature that that man brought with him attacked our party in Ithilien as we were returning from the Mordor Disaster. He murdered Celeborn, and he has slain a number of Gondorians. He can only be regarded as an enemy, and anyone that protects him must be considered an enemy as well," he said quickly, each word sending a gust of hot air like that of an open stove. He knew that things would go Dimitri's way in that fight, so getting ahead of him with his version of the story would be crucial in deciding the outcome. "Do you understand, sir?"
 
Iver saw how the dragon eliminated the eagles with ease, he could not fight him. However, he now had a chance and he couldn't waste it. Iver would charge the ship and tempt to snatch both the man and the silmril as he realized that he has a problem, the dragon might think that he is trying to save the human and the realization of what he had to do to prevent it hit him hard.
Iver would screech and shove the man into his mouth, making sure that he doesn't bite him before leaving the ship, silmril in hand, giving the dragon a look of "here, I help to".
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The realization that she was sent to die by Manwe shocked her more than she was willing to admit, it meant that at least some of the things the trickster told her was somewhat related to the truth and perhaps things weren't exactly the way she thought they were. But it did not matter now, Morgoth was about to kill her like Manwe killed her daughter. "Eru dam them both" she would whisper and summon her wings for a flashing moment, hoping that the light will shock Morgoth
 
Mirecyla would stand up and stretch real quick while thinking. There had been no answer but that hare was pretty fucking suspicious. More so because it was white, although there’s nothing wrong with how you look that is. Standing once more she thought about for a moment and opened her arms wide, she knew how plants were able to give off an odor that drew animals in so the plant could eat. Mirecyla would attempt to do the same thing, maneuvering the pheromones in the air with her fear powers to create a sweet smell
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Daedoran stood in shock as the Maiar Blade did... nothing. Absolutely nothing. These, these monstrosities were no longer bred of the same bloodline. They were something else entirely, he looked to the sound of heavy footsteps and saw the charge of the Balrogs, then he looked to his lady and saw that the corrupted son of Eru Illuvatar held her in his grasp. “We must retreat... we will all die here!” Daedoran said to himself, however he had one last duty to do. Ripping the blade out of the leg of the Balrog he would teleport behind Morgoth and go to plunge the dagger into his side, screaming “Flee!”
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Ranzolg laughed in glory as the Maiars head exploded, the Scions quickly being dealt with. He continued his charge to kill the last few remaining scum. Lunging our with the Morningstar
 
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