Exile's eyes brimmed with rage when he arrived on the scene with a flash of lightning. He scanned the raging battle and realised that Dretheir and his goddess were only defending themselves from Ciena's attacks. 'They're not launching anything offensive against her.'
His eyes went wide in surprise as his gaze landed on Laskia. 'She was at Amari's gathering during the festival!' Exile cursed his luck as thunder rumbled overhead. Seven runes shot from his left hand to intercept Ciena's latest barrage of attacks.
Her attacks exploded as they came in contact with his spell. The trio who were fighting looked around in surprise until they saw Exile's seething figure.
"Enough!" Exile commanded as the sky rumbled and the wind carried his voice. "What is happening here?"
"Your companion," Laskia said as she shot a look at Ciena. "Attacked me as soon as I arrived. In the interest of salvaging these negotiations, I commanded Dretheir only to act in defence."
