As his blade pierced trough the air, the figure jumped up into the air. "That blade..." Feanon uttered, he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn´t place his mind where... He looked back for a second, he had never thaught he´d seen Myrion again, as he thaught he had fell into the last battle for Darnasuss, he grinned and mumbeled to himself: "Just like old times Myrion, always in the fray..." As he had muttered these words, he was kicked down to the ground, and in a barbed cage! The barbs closing in on him for every second...