Cormac thrust both palms outward, his shield ballooned, slamming into the incoming sword-light.
The collision detonated with a cannon, blast boom, a shockwave rippling out in a perfect circle. Ancient oil lamps along the walls fluttered madly, their sickly green flames sputtering, ready to die at any moment.
Jared twisted mid-air, sliding past the worst of the concussion.
Before the echo faded, he was already upon Cormac again, Dragonslayer stabbing forward like a serpent's forked tongue, aimed unerringly at the hollow of the man's throat.
Cormac's reflexes matched the speed of his fury. He pivoted, shoulders slipping clear, and hammered a fist encased in swirling celestial energy toward Jared's chest, the kind of strike that could turn a mountain into gravel.
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