Harmon dives forward as Silverblade dissappears after the initial
charge, anticipating some sort of trickery. He stands, confused,
until he hears the whistle and roar of the missile behind him. He
spins quickly, bringing up his bone to deflect the spell, but it soon
circles around him and returns. Harmon's eyes follow the missile as it
returns for a second charge, but this time he is better prepared. He
raises his bone into the air, and it glows brightly. The sillhouette
of a large clawed beast appears around Harmon, and then fades. Harmon
brings his bone crashing down onto the magic missile, the wind
whistling past his weapon sounding like the roar of some hideous
beast. There is a flash of light, and the missile is absorbed into
Harmon's bone. Harmon calmly walks over to Phorlian and grabs him
around his throat. Phorlian seems calm. A white energy begins flowing
from Phorlian through Harmon's arm, and his charred limbs begin to
heal. He puts Phorlian down gently, the ranger staggers slightly.
Harmon turns to face Silverblade and nods, indicating the mage may
attack again.

Silverblade eyes harmon and says "not bad monk... you can defeat magic,
 but what of cold steel?" Silverblade raises his hands into the air and
 the ground begins to tremble beneath His and Harmon's feet. Slowly,
several bits and peices of metals begin to rise up out of the sand,
chunks of weapons and armour broken in previous battles within these
walls. Silverblade brings his hands together and the floating shrapnel
merges together , forming one large liquid mass of metal. The mass
then begins to twist and writhe, altered by the forces of Silverblade's
 magic. As the mass reshapes itself, silverblade etches a rune in the
sand, the elvish rune for spirit. Then in a circle about the rune he
writes several words in the laguage of souls, folloed by the name
khelendros. Once Silverblade completes his etching the mass of steel
and iron contorts into a somewhat human form. the mass lowers to the
ground, lifelessly into the center of the rune. as the forms feet make
contact with the rune, the rune bursts into super-natural light.
tendrils of energy creep into the forms body animating it with an
unnatural life. the beasts arms form into wicked weapons. Silverblade
moves next to the beast and they both rush harmon from both sides,
weapons raised to slash and sever Harmons body to pieces.

Harmon blinks to Silverblade and raises his bone, "I think that that too
is magic, although I see your point."
Harmon rushes forward to meet the beast, moving with surprising speed.
He ducks under the monster's first attack and parries its other arm. He
leaps into the air and strikes the beast on the shoulder, using the
momentum to propel him behind the creature of metal., badly goring his
arm on a projection from the thing's head. As his dark red blood begins
to ooze out of the wound, Harmon raises the bone and shouts a single
word that echoes across the arena. A brilliant gout of flame appears as
if from nowhere, burning brightly. It surrounds Harmon for eight yards
in every direction in a circle, but stops short of Silverblade. The
beast can be seen turning to attack Harmon again, but it begins glow red
hot. Harmon swings his bone into its chest, knocking it backwards. As it
falls, the flames fade away, but too late for the creature. It hits the
ground and collapses, sending a small wave of molten metal in
Silverblade's direcion.

Silverblade growls in frustration as his creation is destroyed. raising
his hand, the wave of moltent steel returns to it former shape, but now
soulless. the beasts husk floats toward slverblade and molds itself about
silverblade's body, forming a large exoskeleton of enchanted steel. As
the exoskeleton finishes forming Silverblade barks a few commands in the
language of magic and the soul rune collapses into the ground, opening
a gateway to the spectral realm. Silverblade raises his sword and a gout
of green soul-flames erupts from the portal encasing his body in flames.
Suddenly Silverblade's sword begins to pulse and absrb the flames. As it
does so, the sword begins to grow and morph into a larger greatsword and
Silverblade's elvish armour begins to change as well. Soon it has melded
with the exoskeleton and forms a seemingly impenitrable armour tengrils
of energy leap about the armour and wings of pure energy grow forth from
silverblade's back. Meanwhile the sword seems to have grown to a size far
to large for the half-elf to wield, yet he carries it with the greatest
of ease. with the slightest twitch of his wings, Silverblade rises into
the air causeing sand to fly about, stinging everyone's eyes. As the sand
clears, Silverblade is floating several feet off the ground, bathed in a
white light. Nimbus' of light circle about Silverblade's body, fliting
this way and that. The helm on SIlverblade's head is shaped like that of
a hood and thus shadows envelop Silverblade's face. Only Silverblades
eyes can be made out of the gloom, enshrouding his face.Silverblade rases
his greatsword and the blade bursts into green flames. Then, like an
angel of vengance, Silverblade swoops toward harmon slashing his sword.
As Silverblade passes Harmon, he rises into the air and returns for
another strike. Silverblade repeats this prosess repeatedly, each time a
little faster and with a little bit more force. Finnally after several
attacks, SIlverblade hovers a few feet from harmon. Pulling his blade
behind himself, the blade begins to crackle with energy. with a mighty
roar, silverblade arcs the blade toward Harmon preparing to releace the
gargantuan power within the blade inside harmon's body, so that it may
shatter his soul and leave his body in ruins.

Harmon raises his blade to parry the half-elf's first barrage of blows,
each strike shaking Harmon more thoroughly, but he stands resolutely.
With the last attack of the barrage, Harmon's left arm lets out a snap,
and he drops it to his side, useless, the broken bone almost piercing
his skin. Harmon grimaces and faces Silverblade as the mage prepares for
his final blow, holding the thigh bone in one hand. As Silverblade
approaches, Harmon snarls and leaps into the air, his bone pulsating
with an inner light. Harmon's body and features shift momentarily, to a
tall man with long, gangly limbs tipped with claws, and a hideous
snarling face. The bone pulses once more, and Harmon seems himself. He
meets Silverblade in mid-air, slamming his bone into Silverblade's
sword. Both weapons flash with their own energies, and Harmon wraps his
legs around the exoskeleton's waist while trying to hold off the
energies of the half-elf's gargantuan blade.

Silverblade grunts at the added weight of harmon and his wings shift
into white ribons of energy. Wrapping themselves about harmond they
attempt to pry harmon off of Silverblade. Silverblade continues to
press forward with his blade. both the bone and the blade crack and
groan with stress as the two warriors press toward each other.Finally
SIlverblade's Ribbons manage to pry harmon off, but the monk still
presses on against Silverblade's sword with his bone. Soon the stress on
both weapons is too great and both snap in an explosion of power,
flinging both harmon and silverblade to the ground.