“He’s close, Galtar,” she whispered, her hand resting on the hilt of her own blade. “I can feel the coldness of the Shadow Shield.”
Tormack raised the Shadow Shield, and a bolt of obsidian energy shot toward Galtar. Galtar braced himself, crossing the twin blades of the Lance. The energy hit the golden metal and crackled, splitting into harmless sparks. “Your reign ends in the dirt, Tormack!” Galtar roared. Galtar and the PrincessGaltar and the Golden La...
A deafening crack echoed across the plains. The shield shattered into a thousand glass-like shards. Tormack fell back, his source of power extinguished. As the Ravagers saw their master weakened, they broke rank and fled into the gathering gloom. “He’s close, Galtar,” she whispered, her hand resting
Galtar retrieved his weapon and offered a hand to Goleeta. They stood together as the purple sky began to clear, revealing the first true stars of the evening. “One step closer to home,” Goleeta said softly. The energy hit the golden metal and crackled,
Goleeta moved with the grace of a mountain cat. She intercepted a pair of soldiers, her movements a blur of defensive strikes that bought Galtar the seconds he needed.