You watch as the remaining Dukesmen retreat and the mage who issued the challenge steps forward. Heart in your throat you know your duty. It is up to you to protect not only the 75th, but rest of the people in the city.

Your opponent is older, stronger, more experienced than you, so your only chance is to get the first shot off. Words of Power streak across your consciousness, pulling lightening through your veins and out your finger tips.

There is a blinding flash and you think that perhaps…just perhaps…

As your vision clears you hear deep laughter, “What are they teaching Battle Mages these days in the Pinnacle Tower? My Grandmother could knit a better Lightening Bolt than that.” The other mage grinned and arched a brow, “Now, allow me.”

Babbling Words of Power, you throw a shield up before you, but the ground heaves beneath your feet and you feel yourself flying. White hot fire engulfs you, burning flesh and thought alike until you are nothing, not even regret.

The End

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