The clank of metal was heard as all drew their weapons, both groups waiting for the other to make its move. A loud growl and roar of rage erupted from the pack as Emian mentally called for them to start their attack.

Jareth drew his sword, his command heard by his subjects, "Now"

At his words the first line of Goblins made ready as their gunners stepped forwards. A loud crack was heard just before the drill of bullets was set free into the crowd of oncoming Wolfen.

They continued forwards, not at all fazed by the goblins weapon, a shimmer of green as the bullets were reflected away from them. Sarah as well as Jareth and Genard could sense the magic that shielded them from harm. The only way for them to do any damage was going to be in one on one confrontation.

A loud screech of terror escaped a few Goblins as they were plowed down mercilessly by the Wolfen. The open field was a mass of goblins and Wolfen melded together in the midst of battle.

Sword drawn, Genard hacked his way towards the very one in which he craved his vengeance. So long he had waited for this moment, finally his revenge would be complete.

Emian snapped the neck of a pudgy goblin, his eyes a gleam of yellow as his thirst for blood was great. He could smell their fear as well as sense it, making the wolf within ecstatic with blood lust. A loud cry from behind and he dodged the metal of the axe as it was impaled into the space where he only seconds ago occupied. Hand halfway transformed into a claw, he severed flesh as he ripped out the thin goblin’s scrawny throat.

He could see Emian in the midst of killing his next victim as he came up from behind. This would be too easy, sword slicing through air in a downward swoop, a loud clank was heard in return as claws met with metal. Pushing down on his sword he watched with great satisfaction as it looked as if Emian was struggling to keep the sword from coming down on him. That little magic trick he pulled to protect the Wolfen had drained some of his strength.

Damien made his way towards the Goblin King ready to strike him down and take his prize. Before he could reach the king a body plowed into him, throwing him back. Hitting the ground hard, he held hands as they were reaching for his throat. Looking past those hands he saw their source, it was none other than the one in which he craved for.

She growled with anger as a great sense of protection for her love made her attack his would be attacker by pure instinct. Only when she was on him did she realize exactly who it was that she had lunged for. Taken off guard by her own instinct to protect her lover she found herself suddenly underneath Damien, hands pinned to her sides.

Low growl in play the very scent of her combined with the adrenaline of battle was intoxicating. Ignoring those around him that were fighting and drawing blood, he leaned down, his lips crushing against hers.

A surge went through her being as it lashed out at him, throwing him successfully off of her. Finding herself free, she rolled up from the ground, her eyes looking for Damien. His form was no where to be seen, as she tried to seek him out in the chaos that surrounded her. Senses in overdrive, she felt a presence lunging for her from behind and was quick to escape her attacker’s grasp.

A Wolfen with dark red short hair and pale green eyes swung his sword towards her, aiming specifically for her throat. Sword slicing through air, he was caught off guard as she had dodged out of his way and grabbed his wrist twisting it cruelly in her grasp. The sound of bones cracking met his ears sending him quickly to his knees his eyes looking up into pale blue eyes alighted with rage.

The wolf within was guiding her movements as she hit her attacker hard across his cheek, sending him falling unconsciously to the already blood tainted ground. Sarah’s eyes were opened wide in wonder, not sure how she had found the ability to do what she had just done. Before she could think on it further, strong arms came around her pulling her back away from the others.

Mentally forcing his mental connection with her to weaken her will, he pulled her away from the others. Sarah was inexperienced in the connection between them and he knew that she would not be prepared for this.

As he hurled one of his crystal orbs at a group of Wolfen, he was forced to use his sword as he slashed it into his would be attacker. Sword met quickly with flesh impaling the Wolfen behind him. Quickly, so that he would not have time to retaliate, Jareth released his sword from the Wolfen’s stomach, slashing in an upward angle severing the creatures head from its injured form.

Jareth’s expression was a cold mask of indifference as he blocked an oncoming claw from impaling him. Kicking the Wolfen off of him, Jareth swung at his target killing him quickly without a second’s thought. Grunts, howls, and squeals met his ears as bodies of fighting Wolfen and Goblin surrounded him.

The small body of the Goblin rolled under his enemy, his dagger plunging upwards impaling the Wolfen behind its knee. The Wolfen fell forwards, no longer able to stand whirling around to lash out at the annoying goblin. Blackish body dodging the Wolfen’s claw, he smiled devilishly at his wounded enemy, a sparkle of glee within his eyes as a fellow goblin plunged his axe into the Wolfen’s neck severing it. A malicious laughter escaped their lips before they moved to their next victim.

Emian lashed out with his power sending Genard off of him. Genard stumbled back, his sword readied as he plunged it forwards towards Emian’s chest. Before it could make contact he was pushed sideways, a growl hissing in his ear. Immediately pushing the Wolfen off of him he lashed out in rage striking the Wolfen’s shoulder. The Wolfen in return grabbed the sword wrenching it out from the Hunters grasp.

About to intercept Genard, his attention was drawn away as he sensed a powerful Fae’s presence from behind. Hearing the metal slice through the air, he whirled around catching the blade. Pushing forward Emian lashed out with his magic sending the Goblin King stumbling back.

Stumbling back from the force of Emian’s magic, he quickly regained his balance as he returned the favor.

The Goblin King’s power hit him square in the chest, flinging him back as he fell to the ground, his breath feeling as if it had been knocked out of him. Rolling to his feet he went forwards, body shifting to his wolf form as he went for the King’s throat.

Jareth caught the wolf as it lunged forwards, it’s claws digging into his shoulder’s but not enough to draw blood. Knocked to the ground he held the wolf at bay pushing against its form as Emian’s bared teeth tried to snap at Jareth’s exposed throat. Gloved hand quickly blocked incoming teeth as he pushed down on the wolf’s lower jaw preventing it from closing its mouth on his hand. With satisfaction, a yelp from the wolf met his ears, as he heard the bones in Emian’s jaws crackle from the strain.

Flinging himself away from the Goblin King he transformed back into his original form, trembling hands holding his still aching jaw. Eyes a blaze with anger, he felt himself knocked forwards as he was hit from behind.

Genard snarled in rage as he retrieved his sword, the blood of the Wolfen that interfered in his vengeance drenching the front of his black shirt. He had snapped the damned creature’s neck and then severed it with a dagger that lay imbedded in the soil at his side. Seeing the Goblin King fighting Emian a new feeling of rage ran through him. He was supposed to kill Emian, it was his right.

Emian knocked back and now back in his original form, Genard slashed forwards successfully slicing into the Emian’s back. With a smirk on his pale lips he edged forewords sword in the ready.

Sarah groaned at the harsh pain that erupted from what felt like her whole body, as she found herself flung to the ground. The sting of his fist hitting her in the back disorienting her for a moment.

A moment was all he needed as he was on top of her his hands greedily seeking out her skin ripping at her shirt, the sound of it ripping filling him with maddening desire’s. Leaning down he licked the back of her neck reveling in the feel of her trembling from underneath.

She screamed out in disgust as his tongue traced along the back of her neck a shiver of dread creeping through her being. Head dizzy with haze she tried to call on her power only succeeding in causing her more pain. His mind was still pressing against hers seeking to control her will. It was taking so much to keep his mind out of hers. She felt almost helpless. ‘Jareth,’ she mentally called tears escaping her clenched lids.

Damien smiled at the sense of her fear, the smell of her skin combined with the blood that tainted the air exciting him beyond measure. Lips brushing against the back of her ear he whispered, "You thought that you could deny me my pleasure of you. I will take you here and now, once our blood is mingled you will be mine and there is nothing that you can do about it."

She shivered with dread at his words the sound of her blouse ripping further meeting her ears. What was she to do? Where were these powers of hers? Concentrating she reached within, searching for the wolf to help her escape this fate.

About to take his pleasure he was suddenly hit from the side a small form clinging to his side as the dwarf tried to push him away from Sarah. Amused by the dwarf’s display, he rewarded the dwarf with a long slash to his chest.

Hoggle stumbled back, his chest burning from the impact. He felt the ground at his back, the sky meeting his eyes. The pain was only for a second as his body started to feel numb from his own blood loss. So this was the end then, it didn’t seem that bad.