The air was thick with the chilling aura of killing intent, an almost tangible force between the two combatants. Alicarde's violet eyes glowed menacingly from beneath his hood, his gaze steady, his mind focused, keeping the primal urge to kill in check.
Across from him, the warlock Adonis stood, his own magic crackling and flaring around him, brimming with latent power as he glared at Alicarde.
Without warning, Alicarde darted forward, closing the distance between himself and the warlock in a blur of speed. He knew all too well that mage types were vulnerable in close combat, so he pressed this advantage with ruthless precision.
But Adonis was ready. Sensing Alicarde's move, he quickly murmured an incantation, casting a powerful wind spell upon himself.
