(A)srown cast a wave of fire at the group of Zamorakians. The wave broke through the barricades and killed four men instantly. The others were blown back and knocked to the ground, severely wounded. The smell of burnt flesh hung heavily in the air, making Turaek's eyes water.
(A)srown focused his attention on the Saradominists, who were in the process of breaking down the barricades on their bridge. He sent a wave of water that swept up everything in its path, including the armor clad warriors. Thrashing and flailing, the warriors tried their best to stay above the water, but to no avail. One by one, they submitted to the force of the thunderous wave.
"Dang*! The barricades are gone now and more people are coming!" yelled Turaek.
(A)srown cast spell after spell into the onslaught of attackers while Turaek stood there watching helplessly. Despite (A)srown's attempts to fend off the attackers, they broke through the last barricade and rushed up the stairs.
Unfortunately for them, they were met head-on by a now angry Turaek. He visciously swung his standard at the men and women foolish enough to step within his weapon's reach. Warrior after warrior was felled underneath the flag Turaek was wielding. The steps became slippery with blood and it further complicated the warriors' attack.
Finally, an arrow shot from a bow sung out of one of the finest crystal seeds in the elven lands pierced Turaek's side and he fell back onto the tower. The attackers rushed up to him and one raised his dragon longsword. He brought the gleaming sword down and as if in slow motion, Turaek watched the blade drop.
He closed his eyes, ready to face death.
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