Valdors mind went blank, who the hell id he stop this, he wasn't favored at all by any mage due to his war lord reputation, they will not help a killer they say.
It was a long shot but he had an idea, he grabbed Telum by the her waist and with the time left before he was reduced to bone leapt into the sky flying towards the contenants largest mountain, Mt. Iceisle, inside lay his shrine returning his swrod the a representation of himself he would regenerate his physical form, and thus stop this pain to himself and Telum. Only question was....did they have time?

His powerfull wings beating, harder and harder, the thinning air just a whisper of sound as it was rushed under his wings, a storm was brewing, maybe this was the gods trying to stop he reaching his only chance of survival, and saving telum, the beauty he held tight to him now in his fading strength, or maybe be it was just one of those things that couldn't be helped. He let one of his arms down from telums shapely body and thrust it forward above him, an attempt to stop the rain that beat into his eyes as he flew to his destination, a dark shape rose on the horizon then it spread, it was the mountain range he strained to get to, onwards he battled through the harshness of the rain and the wind, the blood spilt from Telums lip now rain down his back not so thick anymore as it fused with the rain water and rushed away, streaks of his hair stained with the blood.
A sheer of metal on metal sounded barely heard as the wind raced past them, he drew his sword from its sheath at his back and thrust it forwards, he took a look to the angel in his grasp once more and raced to Iceisle, his only thoughts for once not of himself, but "I hope shes ok, I hope I get there in time."