Archeron growled, his eyes full of vengeance, his whole body flowing with power drained from souls. His coat was torn and ripped, as was most of his clothing. The wounds that had healed over had left black blood coating his body nearly from head to toe.The blade in one hand was coated with blood from Orlok's uncountable forces. Their souls burned like the mass of fire that now stood before him. "Orlok...Fire Elemental..." The son of Angelus' voice seemed to be dragged up from the very pits of Hell itself. With a flick of Archeron's hand, Revolution, his trusty blade, flew across the room and impaled a wall. "A coward hides.....behind armies....Fire Elemental...." He said as he circled his opponent. "None...the less...They provided...an adequate...snack..." The pauses were Archeron tackling the massive number of souls inside his body. "However...it is time.....that we had....the main course!" And with that he summoned power up to his arms, which were directed towards Orlok, and bathed the area where Orlok stood with a colossal wide stream of hellfire, the black flames melting through stone and metal easily.