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Draconic Steel

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Even the archmage didn’t see him until he had already appeared, so potent was their rival’s magic. When the fell mage stepped out from within a solid stone wall, Precidil could feel the magic flare up from behind her, Lionel’s surprise as evident to her as daylight.
“What on earth…” he breathed. To his credit, he composed himself in an instant. "Precidil… stand away.”
The archmage’s expression hardened; with a sweep of his arm, he cast his cloak aside and strode forwards, brushing past the Heiress Draconiae and taking a traditional battlemage’s stance.
“You’ll go no further, worms,” the rival mage hissed. “Malketiem’s horse is saddled and his feet are swift. Fight me if you dare – he’ll be gone long before you’ve a chance to even see his cloak in the wind.”
The dark mage’s body lit with a hundred runes, all a pale, sickly shade of red. Corrupted crimson magic billowed outwards, crackling and spitting as it encountered the archmage’s own, invisible aura.
“I know not your name, and you know not mine,” the queen’s advisor answered back with narrowed eyes. “Perhaps such is best, for-“

“Enough.”

Both mages turned to the knight, surprise on their faces. Precidil slowly looked up from the ground, eyes glowing green beneath her helm. The archmage knew enough to back away – her prey was not so astute.
“What’s this?” the red mage laughed. “Some paltry knight, here to-”
“A dragon has died today,” Precidil interrupted. “We are pressed for time… and I am in a very foul mood.”
“What of it? For days, I have scried upon you two; I know more about your abilities than you know of yourself. You’ve barely any magical training at all, and yet you dare to take this pretentious… preten… pre…”
The mage blinked in surprise – there was no air in his lungs. The pain didn’t come until a moment later, but by then, it was over, and he could draw no breath to scream.
“Dragonswind,” Precidil said quietly, from behind him. “You mages are all the same. Constantly underestimating how quickly we Draconiae can move…”
A touch, and her sword slid from his back, taking the crimson wisps with it. The mage stared down in disbelief as his vision blurred.
“…and constantly forgetting that draconic steel is to wards as talons are to cloth.”
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DarkStar016's avatar
I'm already captured! I'd love to read more. I really need to catch up on your work :3