In a forest about one hundred kilometers from Windstone, two hours ago. Fenric was running through the trees with Myrr by his side, they both sniffed at the air, a sharp acrid smell of smoke assaulting their nostrils. They turned slightly toward the east, the source of the smell, and rushed straight for it.

  As they ran, the smell of smoke became even more potent; the smell of blood beginning to blend with it. This only motivated Fenric to mive faster. In the past two months, he had been moving north nonstop. He lived off of the forests, hunting for food with Myrr.

  Occasionally he would visit human villages to sell hide and the like, but he mostly tried to avoid people. Fenric wasn't the best at dealing with people, preferring animals' company instead. Two hours of running later and the smoking Windstone Harbor came into view.

  Fenric took in the scene for a second before activating his Divinity. Immediately his instincts went into overdrive and he began growing taller. Slight groans of pain escaped him as fur began to spread and his face changed from a man to a wolf. His eyes glowed in yellow predatory light and he sped for Winstone, ready for anything.

  Myrr ran behind him accompanying him into battle. Entering the city they saw the same ravaged streets Kaelon had when he had arrived. Rushing through the streets his ears ringed with the sound of cannon fire. It hadn't been too bad when he was outside the city, but now that he had stepped inside its walls, the sound was unbearable.

  It wasn't long before he encountered paladins and the city guard clashing woth bloody pirates. A chill was sent down his spine feeling the profane energy augmenting the pirates. He put a hand to his nose and grimaced before shooting at the enemy pirates. With a swipe of his claws, four men yelped in pain with long gashes on their chests.

  Myrr ran around the group of men, opting to flank them. Fenric provided the perfect distraction for her to swipe her claws at pirates backsides. A few of fhem turned back to face the direwolf. Blades came down on the beast as she swiftly mived through the crowd.

  Fenric let out a howl, turning to towards the other pirates. Eyes filled with both fear and awe turned to Fenric's seven foot tall frame. Every combatant around him stepped back at his sudden intrusion.

  Paladins pointed blades at the large monster while the city guards backed away in fear. But the men didn't have time to question Fenric. Pirates were upon them almost immediately, red energy engulfing their eyes.

  Fenric payed their suspicions no mind, focusing in getting rid of the pirates. Their repulsive energy sickened him, he hoped to get rid of them as fast as he could. Letting out a loud howl, he dove back into combat.

  Back on the seas, Kane was jumping from ship to ship. Covered in white scales, he fought through hordes of pirates as Vaelora's ships began breaking through. He had forgone his armor for mobilities sake, relying on his scales for defense. His sword flashed with cold silver light as bodies fell around him.

  As the last of his enemies fell, he looked around for the next ship to jump on to. He had made it pretty close to the fleet's center. Opposite him he could see Kaelon leaving flaming ships in his wake. Scanning his surroundings he shot towards a ship close to the core of the fleet.

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  Landing on the deck he braced himself for the usual immediate attacks. Instead he found himself on an open deck, no pirates around. A moment later, the captain's quarters door swung open. A group of men walked out of the room led by a man around the same size as Kane.

  He had bloodstained hands and bald head, a maddening look in his eyes. Looking down at Kane, his eyebrows furrowed immediately. His expression becoming angrier as he spoke.

  "Who are you? Do have any idea who's ship this is?"

  A familiar pressure assaulted Kane's shoulders, only much weaker than the last time he felt it. Cain's divine presence being much weaker than Thalasar's. He looked up at the angry man with a smile.

  "Hello angry man, you wouldn't happen to know anything about a group called 'The Sin Congregation' would you?"

  Cain's angry eyes became angrier and he spat back. Turning back to a crewmate he yelled.

  "Rob! Deal with this bastard! Keep him alive until I get back, I want to kill him myself!"

  Turning towards Kane he spoke through gritted teeth.

  "Just wait for me to get back alright. I have demigods to kill."

  Kane turned back toward Kaelon before shooting at the pirate, but he was too late. Cain was already shooting in Kaelon's direction by the time Kane had reached where he'd been. A shorter dark haired man stepped up to face him, twin blades in hand.

  Kane's slit eyes peered down on him but the man faced his look head on. The next second the two were already clashing swords. In the blink of an eye they had attacked at least five times. Blocking and dodging each other's sword each time.

  The pirates around them jumped back to avoid becoming collateral damage in their fight. The two began to clash sword all throughout the ship, scars and knicks left behind on its dark wood. In the end the pirates abandoned ship, heading for land or a closer ally ship.

  Rob fought with an extreme speed, his twin swords stabbing at Kane's looming form. Quite a few attacks made it through his guard but his white scales held strong. Kane's blade moved with weight, his strikes forcing Rob to step back slowly.

  The two engaged in a cat and mouse chase. Rob ran around him, dealing out quick slashes and thrusts with his twin swords. Kane chased after the man, one solid strike and the fight was over. But the pirate proved too nimble, forcing them into a stalemate.

  As the fight went on Kane became more and more irritated. He knew he could end this fight with one strike but the man's speed proved too fast for him to get a good swing in. His mind kept drifting, wondering how Kaelon fared against Cain.

  Rob took full advantage of his wandering thoughts. He darted around the scaled man, his twin swords stabbing at any visible openings. His scales held strong but Kane could feel them faltering little by little.

  It wouldn't be long before one of the twin blades stabbed through his scales, no matter how durable they were. Each attack they took drained his energy in response and his tank was running low. Kane closed his eyes, focusing his senses.

  His next attack would be the last one. Raising his sword Kane, waited with his senses alert. He could feel Cain's profane energy engulfing the enemy running around him. The closer Rob got, the cleared Kane could feel his presence.

  His twin blades were aimed for Kane's neck, a softer spot on his scales. As the swords tip was about to stab into him Kane's eyes shot open. His sword came crashing down and he sent more energy into his neck, reinforcing the weak spot.

  One of Rob's blades cracked on contact, the other was deflected by Kane's scales. His longsword came down on Rob's shoulder, cutting deep. The pirate was cut in half as Kane panted over him.

  Turning back towards Kaelon, he saw a burning ship and crackling lightning. His scales began to dissipate, leaving only his vitals guarded. He let out a sigh before shooting in their direction.