Alizar was hammered pretty hard. He stood there, his sword restrained by the Priestess, who narrowly avoided the Draenei stumbling into her, he growled. "How is this happening...?" He thought as he was struck by Arthien's magic "Their attacks...organized...powerful..". Kal'tharon rushed up to the man, his blade glowing with light. He swept is katana in an uppercut, cutting the man right under the chin "I was at the height of my strength in this form and I'm LOSING....this cannot continue...I must act...I must act NOW!".
The man growled, his body beginning to crackle. Under his breath...me muttered "Shadow...Puppet." His shadow suddenly burst into life, molding and forming, taking a physical form. It had a stick like body, eight inches wide. It's arms were as long as Alizar's wing span, each tipped with five deadly claws. Spikes grew from it's back...and it was all finished off with a round, eyeless black head.
"WooooooooPPPEEEEE!" The Puppet screeched, turning to face the Shinaria. Shinaria had seen the spell used by Krystala before, and figured Alizar must have been the one to teach it to her. It's hand shot out, striking her right in the stomach. It's natural strength knocked the wind straight out of the woman, and made her lose her footing. Alizar too this opportunity to mutter a spell under his breath that broke her chain, and causing her to stagger again.
The Puppet then lashed out once more, striking her again, and sending her reeling back and onto the floor. Luckly, she had managed to use the momentum to roll onto her feet, but her hands went to her stomach, where she coughed up some saliva and struggled to catch her breath. Kal came next, the Paladin striking Alizar three times across his already injured chest. The man roared, swinging his dark blade to cleave him. Kal raised his own blade to block it as it sent him sliding into a near by wall.
"I'm growing SICK of this nonsense!" He shouted, whirling around to face the reavers that the male warlock had made. With his puppet, he ruthlessly cut down the constructs with frightening ease, his blade cutting through their stone frames as if they were made of nothing but butter. He looked for his next target, and found the Draenei Death Knight, one of the groups more sturdier fighters. He slammed his foot into the ground to create a giant pillar of the black stone before sending it towards the man, he then created three more to minimize the Death Knights chance of escape.
He then turned to the ranged fighters, starting with the Huntress and running straight for her, his Shadow puppet more focused the marksman, Adrian, which it lashed out to wrap it's long clawed fingers around and toss him aside as if he were nothing but a rag doll. When Alizar reached Bryah, he used the flat side of his blade to smash her to the right, which would have been enough to injury her. Next came the two female warlocks, starting with Arthien. He threw one of his clawed hands in her direction, his puppet mimicking him, only it's arm extended out and grabbed the woman and pulled her forward.
Taking a stance, Alizar waited for her to come close before slamming his blade into the ground, taking both of his hands, and striking her chest and stomach with both of his palms. This combined with another spell would have been enough to hurl the woman back in the direction of Shinaria, who was starting to get up, and send them both tumbling to the floor. Next was The two Dead elves, Lin and his sister. He started with Lineron, seeing as he seemed to be the one he'd considered would have to take a substantial amount of damage to put him out of the picture for a while. He did the same thing he did with Arthien and use it on Lin, pulling him forward.
This time, he'd grab the man by the neck, grinning wildly at him "You will soon know torment, you little insect." He'd take the man and slam him into the ground, cracking the black stone beneath the Death Knight. He didn't stop there, he did it a second time, causing it to become a very small, but noticeable creator. He'd remove his hand and then raise his foot to stomp on Lin, making the creator deeper "Hand enough yet?!" He'd shout, leaping into the air "A LITTLE MORE?!" He'd land right on top of Lin, causing the creator to grow even larger and deeper. That should keep him out of the picture for now, Alizar walking out of the creator, chuckling as he turned to face his next target, Lin's sister.
Edited by Liå on 5/2/2013 7:56 AM PDT