"N-No...!" Alaric breathes heavily as his eyes go wide, the only sound he can hear is the intense pounding of his own heartbeat, 'Jibani...! You can't be gone!'
Asrea swings a sword made of pure magic out at Drakorn who steps back, but not fast enough to completely avoid it as her sword leaves a somewhat deep cut on his chest, 'I don't use this ring too much, but with 'poker face' it is very helpful! It conducts celestial force really well too, I owe Ray a massive thanks later.'
"Hahaha!" Drakorn laughs, a deep guttural laugh, "I never thought a mere imitation of Brian could be this strong, but I must say, I am impressed!"
Drakorn steps forward quickly with a fast jab, but Asrea manages to burst into a spray of cards before he can hit her. Asrea reappears behind Drakorn and stabs him through his back. Drakorn turns around and smirks as a bit of blood trickles down his chin, "YES!!!"
