Valdearg walked into the cathedral, glad to be out of the rain that was pouring down outside. He still wasn't quite used to his human form, but at least now he looked like a normal human. He used to have a red tinge to his skin, and red hair. Now he could change that whenever he wanted to. Currently, he was a solid built man, about 6 ft. tall, his brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and he was wearing a dark cloak that protected him from the rain. He had dark blue eyes, that stood out against his tanned face, looking out of place. He looked around at the cathedral, wondering how long it had been since anyone had been here, it felt like ages. Dust, undisturbed for years, swirled in his path, disrupted by his passing, slowly settling down once again. He listened as the torrent raged outside, wondering if this old decrepit building would last during the storm. He walked to one of the windows, and watched the rain pound down outside. He would half to fly out of here once it stopped raining, walking through the path would not be an option. It would probably be flooded from all of the rain.

Sephiroth rode through the ancient ruins on his horse Artix he had to find a place to stay quickly the storm was getting warse and soon the road would be flooded. As he rode through the ruins he noticed the cathedral in the distance. Sephiroth rode as fast as he could toward the cathedral. Sephiroth rode through the doors of the cathedral and stepped down off of Artix who immediately walked over to a corner of the large building to rest and dry off. Sephiroth was wearing a cloak which hid his face from view he had to wear the cloak after destroying both Kellen and Talas he didn't want peaple to recognize him right away. As he looked around he noticed another man was also in the cathedral "A human alone in a building whith me." Sephiroth thought and a slight smile went over his face as he looked at the man, Sephiroth's hate for the race of humans was endless and his goal was to kill all humans a goal which he had almost achieved if it hadn't been for Aeri and a few others.

Valdearg turned to look towards the entrance of the cathedral when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Another person had taken refuge in the cathedral, planning on waiting out the storm. The stranger wore a cloak that covered his head, but that wasn't that uncommon in this part of the world, many people didn't want to be readily identifiable. "Hello stranger, it seems that you to got caught in this storm. It has been many years since I have seen a storm of this power, it could last for some time." There was something odd about this man, not the way he looked, it was something that couldn't be seen. It was a feeling that Valdearg had, he had learned to listen to such feelings throughout his life, and watched to see what the man was up to. He wasn't about to get killed just becuase he had been caught off gaurd.

Sephiroth walked closer to the man his face could almost be seen except for his eyes still hidden by the shadow of the cloak. As he walked closer Sephiroth prepared himself he had a shadow dagger hidden under the sleeve of his left arm the poison would kill the man but he wasn't going to even attempt to use the dagger until he could close enough to be certain that the man wouldn't dodge it. "Yes that is unfortunate we will probably be stuck here for a while." Sephiroth said with a slight grin as he walked slowly closer to the man. Sephiroth didn't want to alarm the stranger so he kept talking "What brings you out this far you have no weapons to defend yourself with certainly you didn't survive out here on strength alone." Sephiroth said trying to keep the man distracted so that he wouldn't notice Sephiroth's slow movement toward him.

Valdearg smiled at Sepheroth as he continued forward, smiling at the irony of the question. "Yes, I can actually survive out here with strength alone, but I do have a couple of spells to help me deal with some of the problems I come across." Valdearg was still bugged by something about this man, it was so clear that he could practically see it, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. He then remembered something, and almost laughed at his own stupidity. He could use one of his spells to determine what this man's nature was, it would be simple, and the stranger never need know that he cast a spell. He quickly cast the spell under his breath, determined to get to the bottom of this. It turned out that he was extremely lucky, the man didn't possess the counter spell to detect alignment. Valdearg suddenly understood why this man put him on edge, he was evil. Valdearg immedietly tensed slightly, preparing to move at the slightest hint of an attack. He also cast ebon eyes, allowing him improved vision in the darkened cathedral, watching the strangers every move, wondering if he would attack. Valdearg thought that most people wouldn't be stupid enough to attack a dragon, before he remembered that he didn't look like a dragon right now. He looked like an easy target for a robber or criminal.

Sephiroth watched the man carefully he noticed the man mumble something but their where no signs that he had casted a spell so Sephiroth wasn't very worried about it. He was close now but Sephiroth wanted to get closer he didn't want to take any chanses, "You know some magic thats interesting i dont meet many humans with magic." Sephiroth said he was now standing a five feet from the man but that still wasn't good enough he walked close enough to whisper to the man and the said softly "So you have some experience with fighting?" Sephiroth asked before slightly flicking his wrist which was so fast it was barely noticably even by the eyes of an elf. When he did the dagger slid into his hand and Sephiroth thrust it forward as quickly as he could.

Valdearg saw the dagger coming as if in slow motion, he jumped back to avoid it, but was just to slow. The dagger scratched him along his left arm, a minor wound that normally wouldn't even be noticed by some people. Valdearg felt his arm growing weaker, and realized the dagger had been poisoned, he would have to fight quickly and then fly out of here to get help. He raised his left hand, and a fire whip appeared in it, burning brightly, illuminating the dark room. He pointed his left palm at Sephiroth, and launched a missile made out of pure magic at him, calling upon his magic to aid him. He could feel the poison spreading throughout his body, and knew there was only one person he knew that would have enough magic to help him after this fight was over.

Sephiroth was caught by surprise when the missle was thrown. Sephiroth tried to dodge it but the missle hit his left shoulder and he was thrown backward onto the ground. Sephiroth had gotten used to the pain from the magic missle after being hit by Aeri so many time's and he got back up almost immediately. Sephiroth threw off his cloak and drew his sword "You have twenty minutes to live at the very most before the poison spreads threw your body and kills you. Sephiroth smiled and charged forward throwing a fireball towards the man he was going to make this mans last few moment's as painfull as he possibly could. When Sephiroth threw off his cloak the wing on his back was exposed and as he charged forward Sephiroth flew into the air toward the man.

After the magic missle was throw Artix immediately stood up and looked toward the two in time to see Sephiroth throw off his cloak. Artix immediately trotted over to the fight but Sephiroth had already charged forward.

Valdearg leapt to the side, trying to avoid both fireball and charge. He landed upright, and watched Sephiroth go by, he had barely managed to ge tout of the way. He backed up some, not wanting to allow the horse to get behind him. "You are a fool to challange me. You are lucky that I will have to leave, or else you would not survive this fight." Valdearg cracked the lash a few times, and charged forward. From his right hand grew long claws looked sharp enough to slice through metal. He quickly attacked Sephiroth from the side, pressing the small advantage that the attack had given him. Already, he could feel the poison beginning to weaken him, and he knew he would have to hurry.

Sephiroth stumbled slightly before turning around in time to see the mans charge he leapt to the side but not in time to dodge the entire blow and when Sephiroth stood up he found a large wound across his chest. He's fast i'll have to be more carefull Sephiroth thought to himself as he threw a fireball in the mans direction he charged agian this time casting flame strike on his weapon he hoped the fireball would hide his charge that way the man wouldn't dodge the sword but he couldn't be sure how much the man had seen even though Sephiroth was behind the man when he started the charge.

Valdearg saw the fireball coming, and swiftly brought up the whip, hoping to block it. The two fires came together, and caused a bright flash. The light diminished just in time for Valdearg to see Sephiroth coming at him. He leapt aside, and tried to dodge the blade. He was a little bit to slow, and the blade slashed across his shoulder. Valdearg fought back the cry that threatened to come out, and decided to try a new strategy. He quickly cast heal to take care fo the shoulder wound, and thought about what he was going to do. Normally, he could stay here and trade blows all day, but the poison dictated otherwise. He charged at sephiroth, swinging his claws overhead towards Sephiroth's left shoulder. When he got close enough, he slid down, swinging his whip for Sephiroth's legs.

Sephiroth watched him charge forward and laughed as he jumped to the side to awoid the blows but his laughing didn't last long since the wound on his chest made it painfull to even breath but Sephiroth hid the injury well and looked at the man "you'r attacks are becoming far too recklas it doesn't seem like you even thought about that attack." Sephiroth looked at him and smiled The poison is starting to affect his judgement it won't be long now." Sephiroth tried to throw another fireball at the man but when he did the pain in his chest was so strong that he fell to the ground. Sephiroth got back on his feet as fast as he could but this time he didn't charge at the man the pain in his chest was starting to weaken him and Sephiroth knew his only chance now was to either block or dodge the man's blows until he died from the poison but even that would be difficult since he was starting to have trouble even lifting his sword. Sephiroth watched the man carefully and held his sword up in front of him ready to defend himself.

Valdearg listened to sephiroth's taunt, and knew that he was right. Valdearg only had three attacking spells, the rest were designed to help him not get attacked or cunfused. He needed to end this quickly, and he could only think of one way to do so. Caldearg dropped his hands, and the lash and claws dissappeared. He needed to change as quickly as he could in order to prevent himself from being vulnerable to Sephiroth's blade. He began the change to his dragon form, concentrating on the magic that he had naturally. The change occured, slowly at first, but with increasing speed. His skin became covered with scales, wings sprouted from his back, claws grew from his fingertips, and sharp teeth appeared in his mouth. Within a few seconds, he had changed to his dragon form. His eyelids snapped open, revealing orbs of a deep red shade, that seemed to shine out of the darkness. "Your first mistake," Valdearg said calmly, "was in thinking that I was human. Your last mistake, was attacking me."

Sephiroth watched the man change into a dragon astonished Sephiroth took a step backward's as the creature's huge body got closer to him then he smiled and started to laugh "Fool you'v left yourself wide open." Sephiroth quickly cast unholly aura on himself then he jumed strieght up. The dragon was so large that Sephiroth was standing under it's neck and had the perfect chance to cut it's throat. Ofcourse he had never fought or even seen a dragon before and so had no idea wheather it would be fast enough to stop his reckless attack and even if it was to slow he had heard that the scales of dragon's where extremely hard and if this rumor was true then he had no idea if his sword could even cut the scales. Before lunging into the air Sephiroth cast flame strike on his sword to raise his chances of success he also called out to Artix if his attack did fail then he wouldn't have enough strength left to continue the fight after casting so many spells so quickly and would need to get out as fast as he could.

Valdearg jerked his head back, attempting to avoid the blow. He wasn't sure if his scales where hard enough to withstand such a blow. He had never had such an attacked delivered to him, and he had no desire to find out what would happen if his scales did not hold. He whipped his head up and to the right, creating a sideways arch in his neck. The point of the blade scratched the surface of his neck, and he could feel the energy travel through him. He thrust out with his right hand, attempting to shove Sephiroth away so that he had enough room to use his fire. He decided to become a little smaller, and altered his shape slightly, shrinking himself so that he had more room to manuever.

Sephiroth was thrown through the air by the dragon's huge claw. When he hit the ground Sephiroth could barely move Artix ran over to him and Sephiroth pulled himself up onto the horses back. "We will meet again." Sephiroth said Struggling to get the words out. Then he rode toward's the doors of the Cathedral but when he opened them water came russing in from outside and as they tried to leave Artix could barely move through the water which was up to his neck. After struggling through the flooded ruins for a while Sephiroth finally made it out and rode as fast as he could to an inn so that he could rest and heal his wounds.

Valdearg felt a great weakness suddenly overcome him after Sephiroth left, and realized he had taken longer than he had planned in the fight, he would have to fly faster than he ever had before to get help. He lurched towards the door, shoving his way through, and ripping part of the door off in the process. He leapt up with as much strength as he could, and flapped his wings madly. He needed to gain some altitude quickly, try to get out of this storm. The wing beat against him, chilling his body to the bone. The poison was traveling faster than he had anticipated, and hoped that he could hold on for a few more minutes. He had one chance to get help, if she wasn't there when Valdearg arrived, he was dead. He flew doggedly on through the night, with only thoughts of his destination burning in his fevered mind.