For a moment, nothing happened, and Lennox stood stock still, his sword burning fiercely against the unnatural blue light. Then, Renata directed Raye to strike at the morph with the gnarled staff, which the dragon did immediately. But when the squire returned his gaze to Lennox, he swung the blade through the empty air, the flames leaping from the sword to strike at Renata. He reached out, as if he could save her from as far away as he was, and cried out.
"Renata! No!"
It was then that Tiras saw Lennox turn around to face him, and an icy chill ran down his spine. His pupils were dilated, his sclerae each either magically red or so bloodshot it appeared so. Each breath chuffed out of heavily, and the huge man charged at Tiras.
Well..., shit.
Lennox, though his wild swings were predictable, were also very fast, thanks to his musculature, and his body fell back on its training. Tiras was retreating to try and make use of his halberd's powerful head, but Lennox never let him get to the proper range, and each nick from the blade burned after. Tiras' halberd shortly broke, at which point, a fireball struck both him and Lennox.
While the berserk Lennox went after the morph mage, Tiras threw his broken weapon at the nearest morph and drew out the sword of Sir Adrian.
"Persephone!" Dark tendrils enwreathed the blade in shadow.
"Come and get it, Lennox!"
"Renata! No!"
It was then that Tiras saw Lennox turn around to face him, and an icy chill ran down his spine. His pupils were dilated, his sclerae each either magically red or so bloodshot it appeared so. Each breath chuffed out of heavily, and the huge man charged at Tiras.
Well..., shit.
Lennox, though his wild swings were predictable, were also very fast, thanks to his musculature, and his body fell back on its training. Tiras was retreating to try and make use of his halberd's powerful head, but Lennox never let him get to the proper range, and each nick from the blade burned after. Tiras' halberd shortly broke, at which point, a fireball struck both him and Lennox.
While the berserk Lennox went after the morph mage, Tiras threw his broken weapon at the nearest morph and drew out the sword of Sir Adrian.
"Persephone!" Dark tendrils enwreathed the blade in shadow.
"Come and get it, Lennox!"
Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.