“Argh!”
“Good job Zemouregal. You may do the honors.”
“Thank you. I will make it quite dramatic.” Holding his hands in a ball shape, he charged a spell. It formed a purple-green swirling ball, and the charge grew greater and greater. He charged it for over a minute, and Lucien began to grow impatient.
“Hurry up, and get on with it!”
“Very well, it is ready now.* With that, the Mahjarrat held the ball up, turned around, and cast it.
The swirling sphere of power flew through the air, and its receiver gasped.
As the spell struck, Lucien screamed, and fell to the ground. Gregory instantly changed his form, drew his weapons, cast a teleblock, and stood over Lucien. Merlin drew a sigh of relief.
“Lucien, I have you now, and you will not make a single move to attack, before you are dead!”
“You have tricked me once again, Gregory, so what do you want now?” he gasped.
“I want the Stone of Jas and the Staff of Armadyl.”
“Ahh, you want the only things I cannot give you. You see, I gave them both to Zemouregal before I left.”
“No you did*’t, you were using the Staff just now, and the Stone is in your base.”
“Hand them over? Never. Especially when there is no reason to.”
As he spoke, a shadow passed over them, and there was a rumble. Khazard landed, from out of the sky, just behind Gregory, and before he could react, he was stabbed in the back.
The blade stuck right through his ribcage, and came out his front side. Knowing that Khazard was still holding the sword, Gregory touched the tip of the blade with his hands, and shot a bolt of power through it. Khazard yelled in pain, and let go of the blade.
Gregory made not a sound, but his friends on the wall could tell by his look on his face that he was in the greatest pain imaginable. He felt dizziness flood through his mind, and almost fell.
Reaching around, Gregory took the blade out and attacked Khazard, and this time Khazard stayed to fight, sensing the weakness of his rival.
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