Suddenly a huge flash of light enveloped them and then, just like that, the fighting stopped. The winged men didn't continue and instead rose to the sky while thanking them for releasing them from the grip of Elora's staff.
Even so it wasn't all happiness and sunshine, although the bright sunlight seemed to think otherwise, not only had one of the angles died but they still had to figure what to do with the whole guild master ordeal. It seemed that Ace had been devastated by the fate of their mistress and who could blame him, nobody deserved to die like that... except for Elora as it would be a delightful case of irony.
"I agree, she deserved better for everything she has done in life," he said while walking over the vampire, "if anything we could bring her back home and give her a proper farewell and funeral. Grind the clay to ash and let the wind take it. Regardless, we're not leaving her here."

Elora's eyes grew wide and scared as her grip of the beings from the heavens was broken. She glared violently up at Ace disgusted by his very existence. The angels however rose above the dragons carried through the air by their mighty wings. The leader among the wing-men spoke. "After years of confinement we are free from her grasp. We thank you wizards for answering our summons. We were bound to her service by a staff she had created to conquer and control us. We could not fight Elora on our own so we sought the help of magically gifted individuals like yourselves. We sent out a request to the closest guild and finally our prayers were answered. There was one before you who tried to free us but ended victim to Elora's cruel body shaping experiments. We too share your grief having lost our comrade in the forced battle. He was burned to cinders so we shall take his sword back to the celestial world with us. Know this dragons we bear no ill will towards you for the loss we have suffered. You were forced to fight as were we and Elora is the one to blame. We must return to our world now and lay our comrade to rest. Your reward will be waiting for you upon your return to the guild. We must return and prepare a funeral for our fallen friend we suggest you do the same." With that they flew off into the rising sun vanishing in the light of day break.

Elora watched as her perfect servants vanished and her temple was destroyed. She had lost many things this day but the sun once again was rising giving her the opening she needed. "You will all pay dearly for my loss. Have you any idea how hard it is to bind celestial beings into service without a contract? The magical council will hear about this and you've no guild master to speak on your behalf. Your guild will burn for this." She spat as her pink hair fell over her eyes. 

Once again he smiled as he struck his target and drew blood, served him right for being such an annoyance. Now it was time to finish it though, but it seemed that the wingman had one more gambit up his sleeve. As he started to move on the downed wingman he was struck by the light spear which struck his shoulder and staggered him briefly.
"I'll hand it to you... you're persistent, i respect that," he told the winged man and returned his knife to its place in his belt, "so let's make it quick, Shadow Dragon's Roar!" As he spoke the last part he quickly pulled down the scarf that covered his mouth and unleashed a torrent of darkness meant to finish it and grant the wingman a quick end after all this.

Lance looked at Ace as he spoke to him as if he was a commanding officer. He then looked around as the others fought for their master's honor as well as her memory. It was then his attention was brought to full swing as he felt a slight pain in his foot. A wingmn aimed for him while his mind was elsewhere. He was relieved it was just a scratch otherwise he seriously would have been in pain. Balling his fists, they were engulfed in flames and with his target right in front of him, he planned on returning the favor ten fold.

"Ace is right for a chance....i can't just sit here idle while they fight on. I need to step up my game. I'm a member of knightfall dang it and it's time you understood what it means to feel the burn......Burning dragon rapid fire barrage! " he shouted as he threw a fury of punches at the wingman that stood before him.

Despite Hiver's attack missing his target he still has his speed and momentum build up from the initial techique, As soon as he landed on the ground he imeditately pulled a 180 and headed for his former aopponent attempting to hit him with Frezing Arctic Fist.