Demon Hunting

Anderson drew his swords and stared at the shimmering creatures, they seemed familiar but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. Charging towards the nearest one, he tried to cleave it but it dodged effortlessly and parried his attack, springing backwards, Anderson threw his blades at the creature but it managed to dodge. He drew two more swords and continued his dance of death with the creature, with neither combatant gaining a significant advantage. The creature finally managed to punch him in the stomach and knocked him backwards, getting up, he finally saw the creature’s posture, it was the same as his! Looking around, he saw that everyone else was fighting creatures with the same combat styles as themselves. He quickly formulated a plan and ran to the creature that was fighting Wixmagic, lunging at it; he stabbed it in the neck and instantly killed it. Drawing another sword, he yelled to the others: ‘’everyone, switch opponents!’’

Wixmagic didn't know what exactly was going on at this point but he didn't really care, with the opponent in front of him taken care of he spun round to face the one behind him, the one that had destroyed his favourite helmet. Anger coursed through him like his own blood, this new anger had become power. Wixmagic never let up for a second slashing at his opponent pushing it back until it had nowhere to go. His normally golden mana blade turned a dark red, his opponent lunged at him with very familiar weapons. Wixmagic, or what used to be Wixmagic leaped over the attack and plunged his sword down through the top of his enemy's skull. Wixmagic collapsed on the floor returned to normal as the mana that had engulfed him seeped back into the crack in the crystal which sealed it's self back up almost instantly. He had no idea how the other battles went but when he woke up camp had been set up and his armour was laying beside him, his broken helm laying on the chest plate and his team mates talking outside. Wixmagic still had his plain peasant clothes that he wore underneath his armour on, he got up and walked outside to join the conversation.

Anderson sighed as stared into the fire, it had been a long day, first those shadow creatures had shown up, and then Wixmagic had gone psycho and killed a monster, only to collapse seconds later. It seemed to have been something to do with the crystal he wore, but when Anderson tried to remove it, it burned his hand. Anderson heard footsteps and saw that Wixmagic had awoken. Standing up, Anderson drew a blade and pointed it at Wixmagic’s face, ''Start talkin…'' he growled.

Wixmagic sighed, it had to happen sooner or later. "So you saw what happened to me?" Wixmagic looked into Anderson's eyes and saw determination and anger, at this point Wixmagic remembered back to other times his anger had gotten the better of him. *Flashback* (Doomknight) "You filthy onslaught soldier! How dare you set foot in this town!" "I'm sorry I have no idea what you're talking about" "Playing dumb are you!? I'll soon get rid of you!" The doomknight brought his sword down upon Wixmagic, He dodged with ease a strange aura had appeared around Wixmagic. Wixmagic grabbed the doomknight's blade, he took it from him holding the blade end, Wixmagic bludgeoned the Doomknight to death with the hilt *end flashback*
"Well most of you know I have been absent from TR for a few months now, this is because I was learning to seal away the darker side of my powers. Previous to this I was much stronger but I couldn't control the powers and I was prone to angry outbursts, the only option was to have them sealed away. The crystal in my gauntlet acts as the seal." Wixmagic gave his companions some time for this to sink in before continuing. "About what happened today, when I get too angry the crystal will crack, releasing some of the sealed power. If the crystal were to break my full power would be at my disposal, light and dark, and with the dark power also comes a darker personality." Wixmagic looked around at the faces. "I understand if you don't want me here, in fact I think there are a few of you that never wanted me here in the first place" Wixmagic grabbed the blade and lowered it from his face, he walked back into his tent. "If you want to know anymore just ask, and wake me up when we're moving on" He shouted out from the tent. Wixmagic fell back to sleep.