'If they see us faltering, they'll all charge at once!'
They needed to repel this dragon swiftly and decisively to deter the others. A mere stand off would only encourage them to join in. Taking a deep breath, Sylas tightened his grip on his sword.
"What are you doing? Get in formation with your retainers!" Ragnar barked as Sylas remained in place, his focus elsewhere. Toby and Rey looked to him, equally uncertain.
"My lord, shall we proceed?" Toby asked, but Sylas didn't respond.
Ragnar's voice boomed louder, demanding action. "Wake up! You're supposed to lead the charge!"
"Quiet. Just stay out of the way," Sylas shot back curtly.
Ignoring the bewildered stares, Sylas turned his attention inward, tapping into the still unfamiliar power he had inherited. The ancient techniques, the memories from his lineage's founder, stirred within him. He steadied himself, drawing on the memory of that immense power, focusing entirely on his objective.
