AN: Okay! I got a review asking why Zel didn't change to using magic during the sword fight? It's because duels are kind of special... It's man against man, sword against sword, skill against skill. It wouldn't be right if Zel changed that balance by using his magic, okay? Just so we have a little bit of mutual understanding there... OKAY! Anyway, here's more of the story! And thank you everyone for the reviews! ^_^ Oh, and I got another review asking if I watched the movie while typing this? And to answer you, No, I didn't! I just wrote this from memory, though I do have a list somewhere of who all the characters are... ^_^
Vrumagun, Lina, and Phil were all staring into a scrying mirror, which showed the battle between Zel and the man in blue. When the man in blue struck Zel down and ran off, Vrumagun exploded. "Incontheivable!" he shouted. He stood up and threw the mirror as far as he could taking his anger out on it. He grabbed Lina's hand, and started running. "Wait here," he said as he ran, talking to Phil. "When he cometh, you finish him your way."
"Thanks, Vrumagun!" Phil beamed. "Uh, what's my way?"
Sighing, Vrumagun said, "Hide behind a boulder. The moment hith head cometh into view, hit it with a rock!" With that he ran off, dragging a still bound and gagged Lina behind him. Anyone could tell that Lina was furious at not being able to use magic to get herself out of her sticky situation. Curiosity raged inside her. She was dying to know who this man in blue was.
But with Phil throwing a rock at his head, it didn't seem likely that anyone would see him alive again.
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"There was a mighty battle," Prince Zolf said, carefully placing his feet on the footprints already there. "It raged all over," he said, following the footsteps across the ruins. "Both were expert swordsman." He looked down, and saw where both sets of prints led. "The loser went off that way," he said, pointing. "While the victor went there." He pointed again, towards a field of rocks.
"Should we follow them both?" Count Zangulus asked from atop his horse.
Prince Zolf shook his head, and leapt into the saddle of his mount. "No," he said. "We have no need for losers. It's the winner we're after. And if any harm has come to Princess Lina, someone will pay dearly."
On that word, Prince Zolf spurred his horse, his guards and Count Zangulus close behind him.