Elanor knelt down next to Marcus, who had been thrown back by Commander Phyle's attack. "Stay still, let me try to use magic to heal you."
"Don't," Marcus said, warding her off with a hand. "You're not a part of the duel. You can't help me with this."
"Okay, please don't get blown away immediately. I would hate for you to be embarrassed like that," Angelina said, stepping forward into the fighting area.
"Me? Blown away? Did you not just see what I am capable of?" Phyle asked. "I am the High Commander of Rovinia, wielder of nearly all of the elements. And you are unnamed."
"Unnamed?" she asked with a slight smile spreading across her face. "Maybe here. But there are places where the title of warchief of Infinity would make every being tremble. Beings who would rip the likes of you apart with a thought.
"Oh, really? Well then, let's see just how strong you are."
