"I was afraid of this. Fiona stay here, and if anything happens I want you to pour this on your head, do you understand?" Moargan handed her a small bag full of golden dust.

"Yeah, but what's going on?"

"You're about to find out what my job is all about. Now take cover!"

Fi ran behind a large outcropping of rocks on the beach and watched Moargan mount Tir Nan Og and draw her sword. In a flash her clothing changed to battle gear with leather leggings and a short armored skirt and bodice. She drew her sword and prepared for battle. Behind her, Eeiren leapt on and rooted herself between the wings.

A large dark cloud formed over the Ocean of Eternity and out of it a massive black Pegasus with bat wings and red eyes charged out carrying a hideous beast with an iron sword ablaze with fire. Even without her `gift' she could feel the evil that permeated from the beings.

Tir Nan Og took flight and met their opponents half way. "I hear you've found another one of your gifted ones. I'm surprised you bothered after the last one failed so miserably, Moargan."

"This is no concern of yours Cretin. Begone, before I vanquish thee."

"But the fun has only just begun. Did you tell her how her father really died, or are you saving that for a special occasion." He looked down at Fi, "It's a death sentence you know Little Duck. Your father suffered this fate as did many of your ancestors. So will you, the king of the Unseelie will make sure of it."

Before he could taunt Fi any further, Eeiren leapt and dug her claws into Cretin's oversized face. He wailed in pain and cursed as he attempted to pry her off of his knobby nose. Purple blood seeped out of the wounds and coated the beautiful white fur. He flailed his arm holding the sword and it barely missed Moargan's arm, but caught her hair, sheering off about three inches on one side. It fell to the water and sizzled as it hit, evaporating on contact.

Eeiren released the Ogre's face and leapt back to her position on Nog's back. "Thanks a lot, Eeiren, now I have to cut my hair."

The now enraged Ogre attacked full force, swinging his blade in high arches, each blow coming down hard on Moargan's arm, but she blocked each one with grace, accuracy, and strength.

Soon Moargan was besting him and took the offensive. She brandished her silver blade, quickly striking at any unguarded opening, all the while Nog bit and kicked the evil flying horse, infuriating and frustrating it.

"Your mount is as hot headed and clumsy as you are. Why don't you just go home to your master."

This comment just made the Ogre angrier and he swung haphazardly, nearly knocking himself off his mount. "I don't know the meaning of defeat. I shall never retreat."

Fi watched the battle rage on feeling helpless. Suddenly she was struck with inspiration. She emerged from her hiding place and grabbed a stone. Taking careful aim, she launched it at the midnight stallion, hitting it squarely on the hindquarters. It reared unexpectedly and Cretin lost his balance. He fell to the beach below, landing with a thud a few feet from Fi. She watched with horror as he stood to face her.