"Tch! Nothing but hot air."
Bringing his aura to a blazing red, it formed a protective shield around him that deflected flying debris and stray lighting alike. Now floating a foot above the ground, Draven extended both palms to the side. At once, waves of flame emenated from his body into the impending cyclone. Rather than direct the flame in the opposite direction of the tornado, nutralizing it, he turned it in the same direction, effectively merging the two attacks and creating a 30 foot high spinning firestorm. Immediately every object in the room that could burst into flame did... the carpets, the furniture, the drapery... The ceiling cracked and the stone walls began to crumble.
As Sigilus approached Scorch, suddenly everything froze, his surroundings lost thier color, taking on a pale bluish hue... Sigilus could hear Draven's deep voice, as if he were speaking into his ear:
"You're tactics are flawless, young one. Attacking from the rear will get you far in this world... But the prize you seek is mine. I reserve the pleasure of eliminating this one for myself only... If you aim to gain my favor, find the other traitor, the soldier... bring me his head..."
As instantly as it stopped, the mayhem resumed. Draven lept into the center of the firestorm and it began to barrel towards Scorch. But seconds later, he emerged from the other side, several feet above Scorch and decending upon him, his cape spread out like the wings of a dragon... In his right hand was a blade of crimson fire four feet in length. When he was almost upon him, Draven aimed a horizontal slash at the traitor's neck, aiming to decapitate him right there.
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Alas, Iduran did not hear Duilin. Breating shallowly, he was quite unconscious...
