Kael's boots skidded across the cracked stone as he drove his sword upward to intercept Magnus's descending twin blades.
Every attack from Magnus seemed like he was going for the kill now.
Varek came in from the side, his cursed weapon screeching as it met one of the blades with a burst of force that crumbled a nearby wall into a pile of debris.
Magnus didn't budge, like a mountain that wouldn't move even during a quake.
His face was still, eyes distant yet focused. He spun on his heel, catching Kael's sword with the flat of one blade while swinging the other in a wide arc to deflect Varek's lunge.
Kael's sword went flying, and it dissipated midair.
He ducked and rolled backward to avoid a wave of slashes from Vaelor's blades, which sliced into the ground as if it were made of dirt instead of concrete.
