The market

[Maero]

(Well, im not planing on ending this any time soon, Im just saying that Alex may be able to help D indirectly, but it would require him to go into Arkurus's tower, where he was forbidden to go)

The blade sank deep into Mickal's flank, and half gold half crimson blood spilled forth in equal measure. But the mutated demigod hardly seemed to notice as he took the chance to sink his own thirsting blade deep into D's stomach. D's armor may have been able to take some glancing blows and maybe even one or two direct hits, but Mickal' strength would not be denied and without magic to strengthen the metal, the armor split like a tin can before the mutant blade. "Hahaha...brother, death silences all." D's sword sank all the way through Mickal, but it seemed to cause him no pain or even discomfort. Mickal then painfully twisted his sword within D, ruinning all his insides instantly, and then pulled the blade loose, allowing the master of magic to fall away from him. "Not enough where it counts." Mickal said as he looked down at the soon to be deceased master of magic. With such a grievous wound, and no magi, how could D hope to survive? How would Zane?

"Now I kill you, and absorb your power...and in a few years your apprentice will be ready, and then his apprentice, and then the apprentice after that. I shall be the curse of your legacy brother, and then one day, I will surpass all! Already I have a trump...but you dont need to know about that. The dead need not concern themselves with the affairs of the living." It seemed as though this story would come to a tragic end. Alex was locked outside, as was all the magic, D was nearly slain and bleeding out upon the cold marble floor, and Zane was...not where D had left him. Suddenly, the wounded dark elf was behind Mickal, his right hand burning purple with the curse of his forefather.

"What the-" Mickal was only able to turn halfway around before Zane lurched forward with a brutal growl and grabbed the mutants face, burning and covering it in purple flames. An unnatural scream of pain filled the air as Mickal was absorbed into the fire, the powerful curse which fed off magic. Although Mickal had created a dead zone around himself, much like his golems, he himself was exempt from it. Were he not then he would be severely weakened, like the golems who used magic to move. As such, the glutenous flames hungrily began to devourer his form within a purple maelstrom for fire.

Then, with a sudden burst of energy, the flames, and dead zone, were extinguished, leaving a slightly cooked and super pissed Mickal. Batting Zane mercilessly into the wall with his wings, Mickal turned to finish the dark elf off, failing to realize that his dead zone had dispersed and D was not yet dead.