Snuffing the Fireknight - Page 6
The scepter dropped, the crowd gasped. The Fireknight's three companions faced him, weapons ready.
Confidence left his lips in a boisterous laugh, but it would not save him.
Marghya prepared her spells. Darjyl, Rhentos and I did the same. When Marghya finally spoke her word, 'Vantaer,' we focused our energy on the Fireknight.