[color:"#a0a0ff"]RELEASE OUT OF SOMEWHERE

Feeling impatient and unruly, anxious about Featherwing's fate - her life time was running out - I took the mirror up again, had my satchel over my shoulder and adjusted it. I saw what DQueene had done for the poor little thing, I admired the silver dragon's beauty and my amulet started to burn. This was the first time, one of the people I watched, looked at me directly through my mirror glass. DQueenes eyes grew and grew, they turned into a silvery vortex, a maelstrom and then.......... I was sucked into her eyes, she called for me and the crystal amulet responded - my heart shard started to sing... I felt a dizziness and was drawn into the mirror - I travelled... her eyes called... my vow drew me...I barely heard my mirror fall and burst into tiny little bits.

I landed next to her but before I could even greet or thank her...
an arm grabbed me from behind and choked my neck. I dug my teeth viciously deep into the flesh, tasting blood - my elbows swung back with all my force into his sides and at the same time, I clamped my right heel down on the enemy's span. With a grim joy I felt his fragile little bones breaking there. He howled and loosened his grip, I wheeled around and flung my right elbow - supported by double clenched fists - into his solar plexus - he doubled up. My knee came up and met his chin with a sickening thud. His head flew back and my carpus shoved his nasal bone up his frontal bone - exitus... no remorse... no mercy... up to the next... ONE WENT DOWN.

The Dance of Death began...

Blood rushed faster through my veins... The Dance of Death went on... I swirled... I swept around... I clashed and turned again... wardrums thudding.... hatred grew... no remorse... no mercy... pouncing tiger... war cries... death cries... breaking skulls... bashed larynx... I whirled the Dance of Death and revenge... the Age of Steel and Blood sung through my veins, filling me with bloodthirst and lust for killing...

All my frustration of my trapped time in the crystal world - my former helplessness, my hatred about what had been done to Featherwing and all other creatures were channeled and lead to a long lasting explosion. My body became a fighting machine.

I was quick... nimble... determined... vicious... effective...I was the singing arrow, hitting its target... I was the deadly blade of a warrior axt... changed into a swishing sword... became the thrusted spear.. I was explosion... I moved... I hit...I ducked... I charged... The Song of War rang in my veins... time played no role at all... I was on the hunt... hunting prey... looking for blood... REVENGE

"DQueene, quick, swirl!"

I saw an enemy had crept up behind her and she reacted. A stone was in my hands, I clashed it viciously unto the enemy's backhead, he went down at once, his skull broke open and hind brain poured out. A short nod between DQueene and me and we stood back to back, she fought with her dagger, I with my fists and feet. THE SECOND WENT DOWN.[/color]