Caedus parried Vent's spinning sword slash without much trouble. He then stopped and backed off for a moment. Something wasnt right here. This was too easy. Yet it was, at the same time, impossible. Vent wasnt striking to kill. Caedus could feel it. And that thought woried him. If Vent wasnt even trying, yet they were unable to defeat him, just how powerful were the shadows? Caedus decided there was no time to find out. He took out his small blade, his easily concealed pride that had won him many victories. The blade was only 1 foot in length from tip to handle.
Caedus leapt back into the fray, parrying Vents blows. Suddenly, Caedus and Vent became blade locked. Caedus grinned.
"Now... Feel the sting of my blade! Excretore, EXTEND!"
His small blade extended to three feet in length in the blink of an eye, digging itself into Vent's upper right shoulder.
Forenz stopped a moment. He could hear screams in the city. He grumbled and turned away from the General he had been fighting. He leapt on horseback and without a word, returned to the city. He came upon a courtyard with a sight that appalled him. The Shadows had infiltrated the city. He looked around and saw the old hermit that had been healed earlier along with the newcomer fighting what appeared to be two of the Generals.
Forenz saw that they were being matched. Forenz leapt into the battle to join. He jumped into the air, flinging a handaxe towards the head of the one called Vibro. He then followed through his leap by unsheathing his blade in midair and swinging down upon the one called Lucas with a downward force that cracked the rock and Earth as it headed inevitably towards Lucas's head with all of Forenz' weiht behind it.