Ramul's POV
"I see you have all thwarted my master's plans! However, I had an ace up my sleeve incase those two decided to die a stupid death!" Waving his arms around, the two mages who had died had their purple aura's swirling above them with high speed before blasting into the mage I was apportioned to fight.
"What is going on?!" the banshee asked, holding her son close to her.
"He is sucking the life forces out of the two mages," I replied, picking up a sword from the ground. "He needs to be stopped or we would have another Gillfidor in our arms."
"If that is the case, we need a plan," a voice said behind us to which we turned only to find Aaron floating in the air.
"Aaron," I sighed. "I thought you were still recovering."
"Not when my wife is in the air fighting that crazy lunatic of a mage. After all, it was I who helped her kill off Dreyfus and Edward."
"You could not save the two?"
