Chapter Eight; First Night
Dominic
replied hotly, “You take the word of crows over one who has advised kings? My warriors remain trapped because of the
Falabranwyn. I’ve tolerated enough.”
Dominic
moved around the three defenders with enough speed to burn a circle in the
grass. He broke from formation, ripped
out a large tree and swung at Dagda.
White
flames flickered from the fingertips of both warlocks and the witch. The flames grew into a raging fire that
engulfed the tree. The tree vaporized,
but in an eye blink Dominic was back, this time clutching two large rocks.
Before
he could smash the rocks on their heads, the younger warlock spread his arms
wide and a large light green dome erupted outward. The rocks smashed against the dome and rubble
trickled to the ground.
“Guarin,
lower it,” Dagda commanded. A twist of
the younger warlock’s wrist and the dome dissipated. Dagda shot crackling light towards Dominic
but the vampire sped away in the nick of time.
“Blandia,
try the earth spell!”
Dominic
smiled wickedly as he easily dodged blasts from both the men.
“But...
I’m not sure I can do--”
“Now!” Sweat began to pool on Dagda’s forehead.
White
flames flickered from the woman’s hands into the ground. Chunks of earth rose up and caused Dominic to
stumble. Before he fell, he leapt over
the new jagged outcropping of dirt, morphed into a large bat and flew over the
humans.
A
gust of wind blew from Guarin’s fingertips, knocking Dominic back. “Get away, beast!”
“Not
until everyone here has died at my hand.”
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