Cormac held a staff in his hand; it was made of black wood, and the head ended in the shape of an open eye that held a single red jewel. It looks like an enchanted weapon, but that's not true; it is an Heirloom.
"Kill me? You must be out of your mind!" He raised the weapon. "Do you know what it is that I hold? Not even you stand a chance against me, Luc Reginald!"
Luc stepped in front of the Bloodscion, his sword was dripping with green light. The floor around him was soaked with the same light. He frowned at the staff on Cormac's hand before his widen. "Full power defense Zhilana! We have to get the Bloodscion out of here!"
Too late. The Heirloom shuddered to light with a scream, like the last sound of a terrible painful howl. Red light poured and flooded the arena, and the aura that came out of the weapon swallowed them whole.
Everyone turned and ran then.
