Ayrix?s eyes widened as he saw the sage in the distance, cloaked in black. Its face was obscured in shadow except for a pair of glowing gold eyes...it held the berserk staff in the air, looking from person to person, considering which one to turn against the others...
A morph... Ayrix merely mouthed the words. Not seen since the fall of Nergal... Yet he realized instantly that this wasn?t the sage that he was looking for...he had looked into the eyes of that sage, they were human...evil and cold, but human all the same. Not the ghastly gold glow of the eyes of the morph sage...
?Well what are you all waiting for, attack him!? Ayrix screamed, running toward the morph. Ayrix instantly summoned a circle of fenrir flames which surrounded the morph. The morph quickly reacted, aiming his berserk staff at Ayrix and muttering an incantation. A spiral of red and yellow light appeared from the staff, which began to wrap around Ayrix, but suddenly disappeared as the berserk staff splintered to pieces in the morph?s hand, being crushed by Ayrix?s Fenrir.
Ayrix felt his mind begin to swirl into angry feelings, a desire for violence and death began to well up inside him. He gripped his head, trying to take control of his old self, and fell to the ground, twitching and screaming. He wanted to kill...not just anyone, but Reane, Tear, Eagleye, Drago...
No, I don?t want to kill them... Ayrix battled for control of his mind as the effect of the berserk staff infected his thoughts. Since it was not a direct hit on him there was still hope of not hurting anyone, so he attempted to crawl away from the others as to put distance between himself and the others.
?FINISH HIM, I CAN?T!? Ayrix screamed, writhing on the ground. He hoped they would be able to, as the morph sage was now recovered from the fenrir blast, and the light of Elfire was shining brightly around his palms...