Sparks filled the air in a shower of amber light…

  He drew in a gasp of breath as his saber clashed against his opponent, he knew in his heart he could not afford to lose here, too much was at stake, to much would be lost if he failed. He side-stepped his opponent’s next thrust as a flash of white flames burst from his hand and towards his foe’s face as he followed it up with a slash from his own weapon. And then another and another in rapid succession as he fought to bring his enemy to their knees before he himself collapsed, of course it was just his luck that each attack he sent was met either by sword or shield with ease. With a rabid howl he was sent flying back through the air by his foe’s bastard sword, he released a howl of his own as his back crashed into a stone pillar of the throne room. He fought to stand back up with all his might, as he struggled to his feet he stumbled forward. his vision flickery rapidly as unconsciousness began to consume him. The last thing he saw was his opponent sword raised above him like the grim reaper, prepared to rip his soul violently from his body.

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  for a moment his eyes glowed white as he sought to draw on even the smallest of magiks to save him, but it was all for naught as in the end he only had the strength to get out a single last apology…

  “forgive me, my love, it seems I must meet you on the other side…”

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