Split and turned to dust. A pulsing charge dispersed from Orenmir; sleeves shredded under the release. "What say you," tip to Eira's infuriated expression, "-let's dance." *Death Element: Shadow Step,* the staff broke and the book burst into white flames. "Warriors without weapons are nothing more than bystanders," arms around their shoulders, "-Go on, twins, stand down if thee cares for thine lives."
"Highness, we apologize," they darted out the room.
"Some relatively trustworthy companions," remarked he, "-Eira, what now. I've come to claim this manor and its land. What about you, the plan's been foiled. I'm sure the prerequisites were tough as is. As long as I'm alive, there's nothing to be gain."
"Oh, you'd be surprised," a spiral of books hovered behind her back, pages were ripped to run along the elbow till her palms, "-I've always wanted to fight. Be on guard."
