[b]Motes of fire and death[/b] A cloud of gas reforms in the sky as Warlock Holmes. The vampire seems like he took some damage and his wounds try to heal himself. Rage filled on his cold undead face he starts casting a powerful incantation but finds himself stuck on the last word. Like he wants to say it and it won’t come out. [i]inside warlock holmes mind[/i] The vampire paced around his mind searching for the root of his problem. Of course this was the actual Sherlock. Even in a vampiric the wizard had enough willpower to split off from the vampire. Unfortunately not enough as the vampire assumed control. “I will not let you do this” The wizard thought “i know what you are casting and i will not let it happen” [b]”it is going to happen. I will finish the spell and they shall perish in the night”[/b] the vampiric amalgamation of the wizards darker side said. “You know who i am! You know what i am i can stop you. I have the power to stop you and i will use it” [b]”silly being. You come to me through fire and war and yet expect yourselve to win, this is a gift you should embrace it, how long has it been since you cast a powerful spell like this and wathced it destroy your enemys.”[/b] “I will stop you. For you are just a vampire me and vampires are easy. Plus you know what i am. I am very hard to possess” [b]”but we are the same thing since we share the same biology. I am all you are but stronger.” [/b] A spell duel then proceeded to occure in Holmes mind. Now this conversation didn’t take to long in the real world. Only from ending on the second to last word of the spell to him stuttering on the last one. But the warlock did put down his arms and it seemed like he stopped casting. Until four flaming motes descended from the sky each of them erupting into massive roars of fire and explosions each with a 40 foot radius and massive damage. Fire rising high and burning all around in a massive inferno and rubble falls down in a quick and deadly speed. with loud crashing. The entire spell is very devastating as it launches large chunks of rubble and the flames engulf most of the room. The vampiric Holmes cackles with glee. He starts floating down to his next target, John Watson, as his right fist starts glowing with energy, in which the wizard clenches. [spoiler]May have made this two long or two powerful but this is why you don’t mess with a wizard who has access to ninth level spell slots. But i am out of those now.[/spoiler]