"Be prepared to hold it steady if for some reason his magic slips out of my grasp." Focus honed the edge of Alaric's voice as he issued his order.
It was easy for Rowan to forget how natural it was for Alaric to assume a position of command because when he looked at him, all he saw was his brother. But in moments like this, Rowan was very proud of the leader that he'd become despite the fact that he'd had little choice in the matter. Even if Rowan wasn't always the best at following.
The adepts and Lysander instantly mirrored Alaric's concentration, readying their magic as they waited for him to make the first move. Wren took the same stance as Nicasi, who shot him a glance of approval out of the corner of his eye.
