The balloon drifted slowly, the wind whipping my hair across my face. The view was ghoulish, yet beautiful in the twilight sky. The ancient tower stretched up out of the clouds, the pillars which adorned it seemed to have stood for a thousand lifetimes. I winced in pain as I wrapped the ligature round the raw flesh of my hand, bits of twine still violently pulled at the red skin. A remobra circled the tower before slowly swooping up to us. I put a bullet through its wing membrane sending it spiralling into the oblivion of the claw like clouds. Alexandor looked inquisitively at my item bag. I inquired as to why the bag drew his attention so much. He replied slowly, "Is that… what I think it is?" I looked over to the bag and saw the faint glowing of my most treasured possession. "Yes, it is." I said plainly, just waiting for some witty comeback. However, I got a completely different response. A vicious snarl. He looked at me with contempt and growled. "That doesn't belong t you, that is the property of the Shadow Order." I turned about to face him when I received a punch across the jaw, I staggered back grabbing the railing. Before I had time to retaliate an arrow hit the metal, just mere centimetres from where my hand was, another barrage of arrows flew towards us. I hit the deck, covering my head with my arms, I leopard crawled over to Megan and slapped her. She came too abruptly. She looked at me with a puzzled expression and she asked; "how long have I been out?" I looked at her and replied; "Two days … too long."

Then Alexandor made a leap for my bag, I stopped him by punching him in the mouth, I laughed. He cried out angrily "what was that for?" More arrows flew against us followed by a ballista. The fragile balloon shook as it descended to the tower roof. It landed with a thud, throwing us out of the metal ring. Alexandor took the axe from his back and brought it down diagonally with such tremendous force to my gut with the flat side of the blade, the roof collapsed. I fell through, bringing Alexandor with me. We fell through at an amazing speed, punching and kicking each other ferociously. Arran and Megan stared with nonplussed looks on their faces; they ran down the crumbled steps, jumping over the cracks in the worn stone. Remobra crawled across the walls, not wanting to expend energy on flying. Me and Alexandor were engaged in full battle swinging wildly for each other, he grabbed my chest plate and rammed me against the wall, burning white sparks flew off my metal plate as it came off, flying upwards.

Arran and Megan came to a large gap in the steps; they skidded to a halt, sending pebbles into the infinite cavern below. Arran took a few steps back, and ran for the gap. He leapt, and just made it, his forearms pulling him up, legs scrambling for some sort of hold. He grabbed a vine and hauled himself up. Meg started to run forward but stopped at the edge, afraid of the large jump. "I, I can't do it, I just can't" she cried, exasperated. "Come on" shouted Arran, holding out his arms. She shook her head violently, tears welling in her eyes. "I just can't" she cried again, Arran sighed a long drawn out sigh. "You can make it, Megan, it's a 2 foot gap" he shouted. Megan nodded and ran back to make the jump. She sprinted forward and leaped across the gap, Arran caught her and for a second they were in an embrace looking into each others eyes. The close moment was soon broken by the sound of two men whooshing past, down the large drop.

I punched Alexandor and kicked away from him. He grabbed my boot, I tried to shake him off but his grip was too tight. I kicked him in the face. Blood flew upwards from Alexandor's nose as he flew away from me, I let go of my item bag, scrabbling for it. Alexandor rushed towards me like an expert skydiver, slate cloak flapping behind him, he made for my item bag but I pulled him away. The bag was now flying of its own accord. We tangled together, punching, kicking and biting each other. The ground was approaching. Fast.

Arran and Megan ran across the scratched granite floor. Looking up at the pair who were rapidly approaching ground level. Arran tried to find something that could catch us but it was no use. We were going to die.

I screamed in terror, so did Alexandor. We stopped, looked at each other and carried on screaming. We smashed through the ground, and landed on something fluffy, the fluffy something collapsed and we fell onto a slithering mass of remobra. To make things worse, Alexandor's Enforcers axe was aimed towards and rushing down at an incredible speed, it landed just below my crotch and wedged itself into a remobras head. Alexandor stood up and gave me his hand, I took it and he hauled me up with surprising strength. "Truce?" he asked a big grin on his face as he picked up his sword. "Truce, for real" I said. And beamed back.