With only a single stride left between them, Jared lunged.
Dragonslayer flashed forward, a streak of silver lightning aimed straight for Cormac's throat.
Cormac's eyes flared wide. That the young swordsman could still muster an assault after enduring the previous shockwave was something he had never calculated.
He threw his body sideways, desperation twisting his cloak. The move came an instant too late. Steel bit into his shoulder instead of his neck. Blood erupted, hot, bright, and sudden, spraying across the polished tiles.
A raw scream tore from Cormac's throat. Reeling, he staggered backward, boots skidding over the bloody marble.
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