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The Fellowship of Extraordinary Men

As the Prince fell through the air towards the vast pit of energy below him, he could only try and think of anything he could use that wouldn't get him killed or consumed by this… thing below him. He couldn't just freeze time around him and take the opportunity to think of something better; this creature hadn't been affected by his earlier attempts to halt the flow of time, and he doubted he'd ever be any more successful than that.

Then again…

Desperately, the Prince drew his sword and swung around in the air until he was facing the vast hole that the creature was crawling its way out of. He saw a vague glimpse of some kind of large mouth filled with sharp teeth, and a single, glistening green eye. In desperation, the Prince thrust his sword forward, channelling all of his natural power through the blade that had served him so well in the long years since his exile…

And it worked.

The sheet force of the power being channelled through the sword, particularly given that the Prince's time-bending abilities had already increased to a remarkable degree, not only froze the massive creature below him when all earlier attempts had failed, but also slowed the normal rules of gravity so that the Prince's fall was slowed down to almost a fraction of its original pace.

The Prince grinned; this whole thing was working out better then he'd expected.

Launching forward through the suddenly apparently thicker air, the Prince practically swam towards the tentacle nearest to him, standing on it when he was close enough. Then, with a move born of both desperation and determination, he charged up the tentacle as though it were merely a hill of some kind, leaping off the tentacle once he reached the top.

As he flew past the tentacle, he took one last desperate swipe at the tentacle with his sword, and watched in glee as the tip of the tentacle was severed from the rest of the thing, before he landed feet-first on the wall of the large room and started to run back towards the floor, landing on it and decapitating a large demon with horns on its head in one move.

"Prince!" a voice said from behind him. Spinning around, the Prince grinned with relief when he saw Marcus and the Black Arrow, fighting off a mass of demons, but still alive.

"Little help here!" the Black Arrow called over to his friend, as he fired another couple of arrows off at an approaching demon with what seemed to be shark fins on its arms and scorpion claws sticking out of its side. "We're outnumbered and Ivanhoe's nowhere to be seen! We need some backup, fast!"

"Right!" the Prince yelled back in reply, drawing his sword and slicing his way through the demons towards his friends. As soon as he reached them, he turned around and the three of them stood back-to-back, their weapons drawn and ready to strike at a moment's notice.

"Anyone seen Ivanhoe?" the Prince asked Marcus out of the corner of his mouth, as the demons started to reorganize in preparation for a new attack on the Fellowship.

"The last time I saw him he was heading off to tackle Mordred," the Black Arrow replied, as he slid an arrow into his bow. "We can't count on help from him; he'll be too occupied with that fight."

"So, unless Robin wins and comes back through the portal, we're on our own?" Marcus asked casually.

The Black Arrow nodded.

Marcus smiled.

"Good," he said simply. "I like a challenge."

Then the demons came forward, and the battle was on.

Swinging his sword down in a desperate strike, Ivanhoe cursed under his breath as Mordred blocked the blow with his own sword. They'd been fighting for what seemed like ages, trading blow after blow in a manner that was becoming repetitive, and Ivanhoe still couldn't find any weaknesses in Mordred's defences that he could exploit.

Then again…

Ivanhoe smiled as he parried another blow of Mordred's. So far, all he'd been doing was playing by the traditional rules of swordfighting, and Mordred had been doing pretty much the same. On the other hand, if he did something that wasn't in the rulebook…

He'd always been in favour of fighting fair.

But, with the fate of the world hanging in the balance, he'd be prepared to put his usual moral scruples aside.

Swinging his sword towards Mordred's arm, Ivanhoe grinned as Mordred stopped the sword with his own; exactly as he'd planned.

Drawing back his left hand, he launched his arm forward and punched Mordred in the face, hearing a satisfying crunch as his opponent's nose broke under his fist. Mordred yelped in pain and instinctively clutched at his face, his sword falling from his hands to land on the ground beside him.

Ivanhoe smirked.

Perfect.

He didn't even stop to think; he swung his sword and cut Mordred's head right off, taking several fingers with it in the process, and watched dispassionately as the man who'd once briefly been his ally collapsed to the ground.

He'd rarely killed people in his fights, and when he did, it was only when he was certain that the world would be a better place without them in it.

He was pretty sure this had been one of those times.

He looked at the body for a few seconds, and then he turned around to face the onrushing army of demons. Drawing his sword, he yelled out in defiance and charged into the fray, hacking and slicing at everything in his path, his expression grim.

He doubted thathe wasgoing to win this time.

But, if he had to die, he would die trying.

"Will. You. Stop. FIGHTING!" Morgraine yelled at Robin, as he parried back another blow of her sword with a strike of his own.

"No," Robin replied, as he launched forward with a few quick strikes of his own, although none of them managed to land on the powerful witch in front of him. "I have fought many foes in my lifetime, Morgraine, but I have never bowed to any of them, no matter how much stronger then me they were, and I shall not start now, when so much is at stake."

Morgraine laughed harshly as she brought the sword down towards his face, in a blow that Robin only just managed to catch with his own blade.

"You honestly think you can stop me?" she laughed, looking at Robin scornfully. "I am a being of magic, Robert of Locksley; no normal means of death can harm me!"

Robin didn't reply to that comment. Instead he let his body shift into automatic, deflecting Morgraine's constant blows while trying to remember a book he'd read some years back, on a were-something…

Then he remembered.

The creature was a werewolf; a supernatural creature that was normally a man, but turned into a ferocious beast when exposed to the bright light of the full moon. Although powerful, and more then a match for men due to its beast-like strength, it had one fatal weakness; anything made of silver would harm it.

Quite frankly, Robin could never recall a plan of his that had less chance of working, or been based on more flimsy evidence…

But it was all he had.

And he even knew how to put it into practice.

Ducking under Morgraine's next swipe, he rolled backwards, grabbing his bow from his shoulder as he pulled an arrow out of his quiver. Glancing at it briefly, he nodded, grabbed the head of the arrow and broke it off, before putting the arrow to the bow and firing it at Morgraine.

The arrow struck Morgraine in the shoulder, but Morgraine just looked at it and smirked.

"Didn't you just hear me, Robin?" she said, looking at her adversary with a smile on her face. "Normal weapons won't work on me!"

"Not even when they're silver?" Robin asked, trying to sound casual even though he was almost terrified; if this didn't work, he didn't know what he could do.

Morgraine's eyes widened in horror as she glanced down at her shoulder again. Robin was relieved to see that the wound had started emit smoke, as though the arrow had started a fire inside Morgraine's body.

"No! NO!" she yelled, looking down at the injury as the smoke started to spread.

"Oh yes," Robin smiled, looking at her as flames started to emit from the injury. "You gave yourself over to evil, Morgraine; now, evil shall claim what it was deprived of so long ago." Then he waved goodbye and ran towards the portal leading back to their dimension, diving through it and vanishing from view.

"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo…….." Morgraine yelled, as flames began to consume her body and clothes…