Corrose suppressed a sharp gasp as his wrist snapped. He ground his teeth and with his left hand, he stabbed out with his sword. He had trained with both hands, but the broken wrist would give the Spirit an advantage, because he was now slower and more clumsy. He grimaced and called upon his own magic. Dark shadows crept down his arm, filling the break with black shade. He flexed his hand. Much better, he thought, and stabbed at the Spirit's host.
Fire roamed down his sword and set the earth ablaze. It set the Mage's robes on fire as well, but those were extinguished by the magic in the cloak before they could do any harm. Corrose snarled and launched a melee at the Spirit, drawing out his twin gold blade. The two swords flashed down towards the corpse's shoulders. They should make a clean cut, Corrose knew, cutting off the arms. His enchanted blades were dwarf-made, and cut through bones like cutting through water.
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Aeska smelled smoke. She lifted her head and sniffed. It wasn't Ark's tiny blaze, it was full force magical fire. She tugged at her companion's arm. "We have to go. I think Penny's being attacked." She shouted a instantaneous explanation to Ashia, and then jumped down the tree, barely touching the ladders. Valaser darted after her, gliding down in a dizzying spiral.
Aeska arrived at the plains where she saw flashes of fire in the distance. She grabbed gasps of air and sprinted over to help. A Dark Mage was bringing twin blades, silver and gold, down on a corpse. She knew that it was Penny. She pulled out her longsword and swung up, catching both swords on its silver-blue blade. Smiling grimly, she tilted the sword and the blades screeched off. The Dark Mage looked at her in surprise. "Hello, Corrose. I trust that you're doing well?" The mage didn't reply, just stood there with his mouth open. "Sorry, I can't have you going around decapitating my friends."
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