"TEPIC! NOW!" My Allies Screamed, Hustling as fast as thier steel-toed boots could heft them.

I struggled to my feet with haste.

"Damn, this Armor is Heavy" I said Quietly to myself. Nomatter. Locking my Shield and Unsheathing my Weapon, I proceeded to follow the friends as they marched across the fields of Lytlethorpe,

"TARGET!?" I screamed, Confused as to our intentions.

"Xai is Near", Jin yelled back at me.

Xai...Blast, I recognized the name, but from where...Metellus had reviewed all the Evil lords with me the night before but I could not recall the history on this one. Past the Armorer. Past the Grocer.

"Where the hell is the bastard?", Darksiege growled.

Suddenly I heard the Familiar sound of Steel crashing against Steel, and Looked to the West to see none other than Xai himself attacking friend Humpdy Ogdama.

"ATTACK!", I screamed, Brother Darksiege at my side.

I approached Xai from the rear flank, and immediately tore into the frail Studded Leather pants that he was wearing. His Shield could not cover his own posterior.

Xai's strength was fading fast. One of us was going to deliver the final blow any moment, when he suddenly dropped battle stance an ran.

"NO!", Darksiege Screamed

I ran as fast as my Armor would allow. The Steel Sollerettes I was wearing began to dig into the flesh of my heels.

"Just an Inch of Life Left!" Darksiege bantered from behind, not able to catch up.

"Lady Tymora Guide my Blade", I thought to myself as everything went hazzy for a moment.

"DO IT!", Darksiege's Voice echoed within my swirling mind

The Steel came quick, and Lodged well and firm into the Lower Vertibrae, Where Xai lost his hold and fell to the ground. I pulled the Blade out, Xai wincing a moment helplessly lying there before the Magic of Asheron took his soul to be remade once more.

"You...will...", he gurgled, just as the last of his energy dissipated into the Stale air.

The Allies gathered around, screaming victory sayings and smacking me on the back. I barely noticed, I was still disjointed from reality, like everything had suddenly suspended itself in time. Only Darksiege Knocking his blade against my Helm Brought me back to conciousness.

"Damn it Tepic, my slow legs do fail me. You've got to leave some for me sometimes ya bastard!"

I grinned back. Looking down I was suddenly affirmed to my station. Recalling what Metellus had spoken to me the previous eve...

"The Glory of Amn will be founded upon the Blood of the Wicked, spilled on the Path of Righteousness under the Sword of Justice..."

"So Be It," I muttered. "For the Eternal Glory of Amn"