Taking out the command. ((See inside for info))

[Maliciferum]

Malice was surprised by the familiar sensation of being pinned against a wall (kinky). Malice looked around for a way to get out of the giant hands grasp, then noticed a tear in his clothing just above the sweeping hemline. "No more games!!" Malice was enraged. He allowed his sorceress powers to take him over, clouding him in a dark energy. Then he began to grow...and grow...and grow. The hand pinning Malice to the wall was forced away, and landed on the ground near Grey. When the dark energy receded, it was quite apparent that Malice had transformed into something...evil.

[Bartholomew]

Bart was shocked at what that weed turned into. "So, Grey, want to intervene?" He asked him as he then swung the giant sword at it's head.

[Tempest]

Tempest was distracted by what Malice was transforming into. Mental check, never never piss this guy off. Tempest heard a loud rumble. He looked at the sky and saw the storm rapidly building. Tempest tried to regain control, but the damage was done. A bolt shot out and hit Tempest. Tempest lost air and shot down to the ground. He pummeled into the person that had just appeared.

[Maliciferum]

The beast roared. The dark clouds Tempest had summoned grew even darker, the leaves trembled on the trees and turned black. The venus fly-trap-like appendages of the towering monster began spouting a deep purple liquid everywhere. Everything the liquid touched turned black and became lifeless. "Why stand in the way of a witch?" the beast shrieked, swinging its tentacles at Batholomew and Grey.

[Bartholomew]

"Damn." He said, as he hopped away from the massive plant. "So, It looks like you have lost it, and you have reverted back into the weed that you are."

[Maliciferum]

"RHAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The beast bellowed, Malice's smooth voice could be heard in the tremendous sound. The huge plant began to flail wildly, knocking over trees, crumbling the earth around it. It let loose a maddening cry. The monster began to tremble fiercely, then began to recede, growing smaller and smaller until it disappeared into Malice's mouth, who was suspended in the air. He hovered for a moment, then fell to the ground below. Before he hit the still trembling earth, roots rose from the ground and caught him, then brought him gently to the soft soil. Malice lay still, his energy spent, in a pool of purple ooze.

[A.B.A.]

A.B.A. watched silently around the cave as Kain and Profeta battled. She understood her job in this, saw that right now she was a gnat on the battlefield of titans. As she heard the explosive sound of cracking wood in the distance, her body stooped low, to lie in wait for the coming Hero.

Sure enough she saw Zee move slowly into the corridor. Poor boy, there's still sleep in his eyes. She thought as she snuck close behind him, the sounds of Profeta's spells hitting the cave muffling her footsteps. Just as he began to look through his book, she spoke into his ear, "You won't do her much good if you don't bother to check your surroundings first." Her hand darted forth, and crimson sprayed from his shoulder as her blade twisted into it. A taunting blow, enough to ensure the boy wouldn't think twice about fighting her first.

[Bartholomew]

"So, that was all a show." He said as he looked at him. "I guess that is weeds for you. Their looks are worst then there bite. You have failed, Malice, and for you to remember that..." He pulled out a small dagger and sent an energy swipe at his open chest.

[Zee]

Zee didn't bother to cry out, what would be the point? Instead, he grabbed the blade with both of his hands. He had read one spell before he was stabbed, and know he planned to use it. Zee muttered a few words, and the blade suddenly coursed with freezing cold and searing hot. Trying to keep his eyes open from the used magic, he pushed the blade out. His shoulder was carterized from the magic. He stumbled away and turned to the person that had stabbed him. You have no idea how much magic I possess, or what I'm capable of.

[Maliciferum]

Malice came to on the ground. Everything was foggy at first, then he realized the gravity of the situation. His sorceress power had taken him over, he had become the monster...again. A flashback played in his mind, reminding him what could happen if he lost control. Malice had killed his family because he couldnt control his power. Thousands of years of darkness had shaped the sorceress power into a thing of evil, and it was now dwelling within him, waiting to be unchained, to be used for selfish and dark purposes once more.
Malice was pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of the crimson liquid spilling down his chest. "What?" Malice murmured in disbelief, he had never seen his own blood before. Malice looked around at the destruction he had caused, then at the enemy who could kill him at any moment. Despair and shame swept through him like a flood of fire. He had failed. He could never face Profeta again, let alone any of the other heroes. It would be better to die here than live with his failure.
Malice struggled to his feet, clutching his wounded chest. "I...will not...give up".

[Bartholomew]

"No, I have bested you. You now have a reminder of who is the superior, and who is the weed." He said as he look inside of the cave. "Kain, stop toying around and get her,"

[Maliciferum]

"No!" Malice stumbled toward Bartholomew. He knew he had lost, but that wasnt going to stop him from trying. Malice was channeling most of his remaining energy into keeping the sorceress power at bay, and he could hardly stand, let alone fight. Malice looked around for Tempest, but couldnt see him. "Oh god, what if I've hurt him, or worse, killed him?" Malices thoughts became entangled in agonizing shame. Malice collapsed after a few steps.

[Bartholomew]

Bart looked over at the Tempest person, and pulled out his dagger. "Hmm, I could put him out of his misery..." He said as he walked over to him, and started to flip his dagger.

[Maliciferum]

A ring of thorny bushes grew around Bartholomew. Malice was sitting up, an arm outstretched toward the saint. "Leave him alone...." Malice struggled to speak. "...I'm not finished yet..." Malice lied to protect the lightning boy. Malice clenched his fist, and the bushes shot thorned branches toward Bartholomew in the center of the circle.

[Tempest]

Ohhhh... his head. Tempest opened his eyes and looked up at the hat man. Bushes were surrounding him, but he knew he wouldn't be stopped by that. Tempest gathered his cloak around him and touched the ground. His cloak started to crackle as the static he had saved in his body began to come out. Tempest lifted his hand, made a fist, then slammed it into the earth. The electricity raced toward the man.