“I’m sorry,” said the mahjarret, “Did you think I would fall for something like that? My useless soldiers, maybe, but not me… Although, I must admit, I was surprised that you were able to use Dragon-kin magic. Not that it matters… you’re still going to die.”
“Sorry, but I don’t think we’ll be dying today,” said Jayson, producing a dagger, “You’re welcomed to, though.”
“Oh, how cute,” teased Sliske, “The little Guthixian believes he can match me. Well, I’ll take care of that stupidity!” So saying, Sliske sent a ball of magma hurling at the Guthixian, the ball hit, exploding and throwing the Guthixian back against the snow, and leaving his body covered in severe burns. “Well, that was easy,” said Sliske smugly.
“What was?” asked Jayson, although he was obviously struggling to even breathe.
“Defeating you, of course,” replied Sliske, slightly annoyed at the Guthixian.
Jayson smiled broadly, and small roots broke out from under the snow, working their way up the Guthixian’s body. To Sliske’s and Selene’s shock, the roots seemed to completely heal Jayson’s wounds.
“Sorry,” said Jayson, now standing, “You were saying?”
Before Sliske could regain his composure, Jayson had dashed forward, slamming into the mahjarret and knocking him off balance. However, before the mahjarret had hit the ground, several roots emerged from the snow and stabbed through his body. Sliske hissed and began burning away the roots with black flames. While Sliske was thus preoccupied, Jayson created something similar to the “Claws of Guthix” spell, only several times larger, and obviously more powerful, and sent it slamming into the mahjarret.
"He appears in the Form of a Man with many Countenances; and he hath a Book in his right hand. His Office is to teach all Arts and Sciences unto any; and to declare the Secret Counsel of any one."
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