{"Good wins in the end because evil is a self-destructive, cannibalistic force that inevitably engorges upon itself."}
Cassius chuckled, and the chamber shook. "You can try."
And then he moved, and so did we. He moved like a shadow, blurring, streaking, splitting. One moment, Cassius was in front of us, and the next, he was behind, his claws grazing Rolan's shoulder with a hiss of blood. "Hold the formation!" Rita barked, her voice a sharp steel in the chaos. I did not need to be told twice. My body moved on instinct, ducking, striking, spinning as my claws met his claws. Sparks flew. The force behind each blow was like slamming steel into a storm.
Cassius fought like he remembered every war he had ever won, and every death he had ever given. And his strength pulsed with that twisted root of magic that reeked of the Blood Stone.
