Well, this was not a good situation to be in. Zed never gave any hint to the dire situation, merely letting out what little of a chuckle he could with an arcane hand wrapped around his neck. More alarming was the arcane force attempting to break his magical defenses.
He could feel the dark lash at the raw energy, acidic shadow crashing inside him against surging arcane.
“I’ll admit it, Magus, you outdid me in this moment” Zed was prideful and arrogant, but there was no gain denying reality. The mocking facade left Zed’s face and demeanour instantly, instead just glaring at the ‘eyesockets’ in the magus’s ‘helmet’.
“People often call it cowardice when one merely fights in the manner most likely to get them a win. I know I cannot match you in brute strength, you know it too. so why would I bother playing your game?” It was tough talking like this, but he needed as much time as he could get to gather strength. “You are so ancient, yet you do not know that one’s ambitions are more important than one’s life”
And this could likely take Zed to the brink of his own.
The dark literally flooded out of Zed’s skin, dark magic carving lines across his skin, eyes entirely flooded in eerie green light. The dark magic began to lash at Xerath’s arcane form. The sheer amount of unconstrained Shadow began to darken the area, light dimming, shadows stretching.
Zed felt his heart hammer against his ribs and his veins burn from the strain, he just needed to burn away at Xerath’s arcane body, steal just enough strength to break his superhuman grip before fleeing to the shadow. He could already feel his body start to burn out from the effort.
It was a mere moment of weakness, but Zed capitalised, hands lunging at Xeraths own, gripping the ‘thumb’ of the magus and savagely pulling to it’s owner’s arm despite the lack of a bone to break.
As he fell to the sand, Zed dove to a nearby shadow cast by a piece of masonry. Panting like he hadn’t in years, body barely able to support itself.
His body wracked with pain, Zed turned his head at Xerath, glaring at the mage. “Another time, Tyrant-mage” and collapsed into the safety of the dark.
He would need to rest. He had his measure of the Shuriman warlord.
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