The Hero charges at them all their voices echoing as he charges at them.

The Judge: What are you an Idiot?

The Anger: Thats right rage and kill them...

Paladin: Quit acting rash. Thou shalt not Kill remember. Quit this foolishness now and come unto the light.

The Meek: Be thou Humble and please stop and listen to the Paladin...

The Dragon Wolf: We will be one, COME and you shall see.

The Mistress: You wouldn't kill me, you'd miss me.

The Hero clashes with the Dragon Wolf first, their swords in deadlock. Using all the determination and energy he

has the Hero begins winning the deadlock and is about to strike down the Dragon Wolf, however and dark spirit comes

in the form of a Wolf and says "Can't let you do that Zafthr'a." firing a vorpal beam at the hero almost bringing

him to his knees. The Dragon Wolf then embraces the Hero.

The Dragon Wolf: I told you we would be one.

In a blinding light the two merge, the hero on his knees breathing heavily holding his chest, eyes wide in shock at

what just happened. Looking down at the refection of his sword he sees his newly formed body half fur and half

human.

The Dragon Wolf: You may still be fighting it but I have the upper hand now, its only a matter of time...

The Paladin rushes to the Hero and merges with him also and takes control taking the sword and breaking his

chains. However the hero has won't stand for this either. Taking control of himself just long enough to cast both

the dragon wolf and the paladin out. Dropping the sword because of the shear pain, screaming he slams his fist in

the ground. "(I suffer pain in all forms...but no more)" he says to himself. Glowing with his black and purple aura

swirling around him, a bust of blinding energy he ejects both the dragon wolf and paladin from his body. He looks

up with a murderous look at the dragon wolf.

Hero: The Wolf Dragon Mistress has no need of me I am no longer Zafthr'a, and though you may still call me to that

I will not come. You will be the first to go.

The Mistress: See he doesn't even need his fur because He IS a his own type of beast and I control him NO MATTER

HOW MUCH YOU ALL TRY HE IS MINE.

Hero: I am Tyler...

The Mistress: *she cuts him off* You are puppet, a doll, or a mindless zombie and are mine. You can't stand on your

own your mind is screwed up and you of all people know it!

Tyler is shocked but can't deny. But in a fit of rage spawns huge sword and charges them all swinging like a mad

man.

Tyler: Its not fair!! I can't do one but I won't do the opposite and there is no alternative!! I get no choice, WHY

IS MY FATE ROBBED FROM ME!!

Slashing at all of them but all they do is fade and re-appear like ghost.

The Mistress: Because it is your fate, you are a vessel and only good in the hands of others. NOW BEHAVE!!

*slamming a barbwire whip down on him*

The falling to the ground under the pressure of the whip, he just lays there eyes wide open bleeding and and tears

streaming down mixing in the pool of blood. Wondering why he still isn't dead...

Even in death there is no escape from suffering, not when your like this anyway...