Celic: -notices lightning bolt- Is he calling for me or what? Celtic: Every time you speak that chant, hold my hand. It's really risky, that chant.
Blake: final lightning dance-another thunderbolt comes on in the colors of black-finish Darkness: very good your father would be very proud of you
Blake: time to step it up Darkness: wait what Blake: thousand lightning bolt of heaven-lightning bolts fall everywhere-
Celic: -hears noises- Hmm. -whistles and Phoenix pops up- Get on, we'll leave Night here.. Celtic and Mist: -hops on and they fly off-
Blake: -falls to the ground-damn used my whole strength in just seconds Darkness: rest Blake you will company soon