Shards of Felwyn

Varren's Wrath

The Prince moved unpredictably fast, crossing the gap between him and Cosmo in less than a second. Despite this, Cosmo reacted with zeal, kneeling to the ground and rolling away from the Prince's attack, his sword scraping against the cliff behind where Cosmo had stood moments ago.

"Dualta!" Cosmo wheeled on his opponent, Dragon's Focus clutched in his hand with fury. A crackling bolt of red lightning flashed through the air, clashing with Varren's blade. The attack deflected off of the smooth black surface, striking one of the dilonwyr in the back. A certain cruel satisfaction caused Cosmo's lips to curl into a smile watching one of the people who destroyed his home crumple to the ground.

"You two. Stand back!" Varren barked at the two Dilonwyr. Even though one was barely conscious to hear the order, both retreated to the sidelines, cloaked by the shadows once again. "Good. It shall be I who ends the life of this traitor."

"As if you'd be so lucky." Cosmo said through gritted teeth. His eyes narrowed as he shot a loathsome look at his adversary. "You are outnumbered. Turn back now before your foolishness brings about your demise." Cosmo found that in the heat of battle, his tongue was sharper than usual.

"Your greatest mistake will be underestimating me, Verrat." The Prince responded spitefully as Lysander, Elias, and Molniya moved to stand by Cosmo. In an instant, Varren was inches away from the four, wielding his sword in an offensive position, ready to strike.

"Izkra!" Molniya snapped, releasing a powerful burst of lightning

"Eisio!" Lysander flicked his wand outwards, casting the spell with conviction.

"Nraida!" Cosmo shouted instinctively, the plume of fire blasting through the air in front of them, melding with the cacophony of spells that had been hurtled at the Prince. Varren, however, did not move. Instead, the runes in his armor shined brightly, inhaling all three spells at once and snuffing them out like a bucket of water over a campfire. Continuing with his attack, his sword flew through the air as though it was weightless, the wind whistling.

"Schrank!" Elias shouted from the back, materializing a sturdy shield of light in front of the Prince. Varren's sword clashed against the barrier, sparking as he grit his teeth. However, his attack did not end there. The air directly in front of Cosmo's face whistled as some mysterious force tore through it, slashing open a cut on his cheek.

Overwhelmed with confusion, Cosmo retreated five paces, keeping a vigilant eye on the clash between Elias and Varren, which ended with a retreat from the Prince. Elias took a few steps backwards, standing in front of Cosmo, Lysander, and Molniya, who all could not believe what their eyes had just seen.

"His armor is similar to that of the soldiers we encountered during our escape from Trovvs!" Elias warned, staring intensely at Varren, trying to predict his next move. "Your spells will be useless."

"Unfortunately for him," Lysander stepped forward, drawing his scimitar with a shaky hand. "Magic isn't my strong suit, anyway."

Lysander charged forwards with brazen confidence, his scimitar held offensively at waist level, preparing to strike with lethal force. The Prince advanced swiftly with the intent of striking first, only to be blocked aggressively with the flat of Lysander's blade. It seemed as though his cousin had only improved in swordplay since Cosmo had last seen him in battle.

Rolling under the Prince's blade with zeal, Lysander slashed his blade savagely, aiming for Varren's waist with a look of determined fury in his eyes. The Prince blocked the attack, wincing under the pressure. Seeing Elias approach from the back, Cosmo believed the fight to truly be over. One slash from his falchion would mark the end of Varren's arrogance. From then, the four would make short work of the Dilonwyr.