The wind picked up as the dark mass hovered overhead. The dragon flew away, cutting a jagged curve over the battlefield. As it departed, Anzaar dropped off his perch to the ground, facing toward Kaisen, Kalda, and Zorrath.
"Ah, so you were senseless enough to come here," he taunted. "Very well, I was hoping to fight you."
"It will be my pleasure to tear you apart," Kaisen shot back.
"Complacence is deadly, mage. You have done well, I will give you that, but I am far beyond your skills. It would be better for you to run, and hope that I am delayed in chasing you."
"I will not run."
Anzaar shook his head. "I gave you the chance, remember that."
Without another word, he fired a magical blast of fire at Kaisen. Kaisen dodged, but he still felt the blaze singe his robes. Kaisen returned a volley, but the Puppet dodged it smoothly.
"You'll have to do better than that!"
"Then I will," came a soft voice from behind him.
Anzaar turned and leapt aside, just in time to avoid being cut to ribbons by Zorrath's crystal halberd.
"Impressive. I didn't even notice you sneaking up behind me."
"I'm an elf. It's part of the job."
Anzaar pulled out a rune dagger and sliced at Zorrath. The dagger chipped a scar into the crystal armor, but the elf's skin was untouched.
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