Hello to my readers new and old. To my readers I would once again like to apologies for my delay in updating, but every mention in the last note plus a job has been added on to my plate and I have only just gotten enough time. Okay enough excuses on my part, now on with the story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing here except for the story line, the spirits, the characters Palla and Arioch, and the killing moon style.

"Speaking"

'Thinking'

Spell

Parceltoung

Glaive skills

Prank writing

(Animagus form speaking)

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As he flew into the air Drae was almost salivating with the thoughts of killing his old master 'that rodent shall be a delicious morsel for an after battle snack. This altitude should suffice.' Once he reached his peak elevation Drae stopped and looked down at Shukaku "look, you old fool, at what powers the dark winds can bring, kuroi kaze (black wind)" and he tucked in his wings and dove straight down trailing what appeared to be black winds behind him. As he descended the winds seemed to incase him turning him into a bullet of swirling black winds. His attack would have insured a crippling blow would have been dealt to the one tail had Shukaku not acted quickly and deflected the attack by slamming it in the side with his powerful tail, instantly dispelling the winds surrounding the evil hawk and send the foul thing crashing in to the forest.

"Hehe you'll need to do better Drae, your not fighting to canon fodder breeze spirit, your fighting one of the greater spirits." The dust had not even settled before a reply was heard.

"Oh, if you insist" and suddenly two large blasts of wind came through the dust and struck Shukaku in the shoulders. The great raccoon was thrown onto his back from the force of the attack, as quick as he was thrown down he sprang back up and ready to continue.

"Drae, you were of my most promising subordinates, but you were always so jealous of everyone around you that you felt you needed to use darker means to satiate your lust for power. But you were weaker then me before your betrayal, and your still weaker than me now. The only difference between now and then is that you wont have any time to grow stronger after this encounter. Goodbye san hando suna (three hands of sand)" once he was finished with his incantation Shukaku shoved his arms and tail into the ground. On the other side of the battle field Drae's eyes widened before he tried to lift off into the skies and escape the impending attack. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on whom you are, he was not fast enough. As his former masters words began to take effect two wicked looking arms of sand tipped with sickle like nails made of sand grabbed his wings and spreading them out, while lifting him up off of the ground, thus making him defenseless. With out the use of his wings he could not command the dead winds, and with his talons off of the ground he had no hope of escaping. When the implications of his current situation finally struck him he started to thrash around in a vain attempt to escape. Slowly behind him a third wicked looking hand of sand rose up, nails extending and becoming pointed like five separate spears before the fingers drew together into a point, in a split second the hand sprang forward and tore threw Drea's body before turning around and grabbing him by the neck, and in one twist and a sickening crack it was all over. Slowly the three hands retracted back into the ground and Shukaku slowly pulled his arms and tail out of the ground. Once his job was done he looked onto the corpse of his old second in command and let loose a sad sigh "so much potential wasted because of simple greed and vanity." He turned and addressed his summoner "My job is done now and the price of the spirits pact has started to be paid, I'll be seeing you."

And with that said he disappeared in a small gut of wind back to the spirits plane of existence. During this whole battle Harry an d Arioch could only stare at the remains of the corrupted spirit known as Drae of the dead winds "There is no way in hell I'm cleaning that up." Behind the two of them a slow clapping started. When Arioch and Harry turned they found another person in a death eater cloak leaning on the castle walls, the collected staff that fallowed them onto the battlefield knocked out at their feet.

"Well now, that arrogant weakling was disposed of faster than I imagined. I guess it's my turn now."

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Sorry that the battle was so short but like I said before I'm horrible at writing battle scenes. I can come up with good battle skills, but implementing them in a fight is another matter. Well again sorry for the delay, and please review.