Location: The Old Ruins
Formendacil wrote:Startled by the noise and the unexpected movement, the Dragon Masters and Cavaliers alike did nothing for half a second. Then the Cavaliers dove for the weapons, grabbing them and setting on the Dragon Masters. Jayko, too wounded to fight, scurried away from the battle.
As if that was the cue, the Sorceror-king and Sir Dractor leapt at each other, blades clashing.
Jayko was safely away from the battle, clutching his arm, and limping. He had been rather badly hurt fighting the Dragon Masters with Sir Dractor. In reality, it had been Sir Dractor doing most of the fighting, stabbing and wounding the enemy with deadly efficiency.
Jayko was amazed at the big warriors martial skills. He was faster than seemed humanly possible, and he had a cat-like grace and powerful strength. He was, it seemed, a perfect fighter.
However, as Jayko watched Sir Dractor fight the Sorceror-king, it occurred to him that the great warrior might well have met his match. The Sorceror-king was meeting Sir Dractor's sword blow for blow, seemingly with as great of strength as that of the great knight. Their blades were hitting each other with powerful clangs, at speeds almost too fast for the eye to catch. It was a duel of titans, and Jayko couldn't keep his eyes from it.
On the outside, Sir Dractor would have appeared to have the advantage: he was a head taller, wider in the shoulder, larger of muscle, and clad in armour where the Sorceror-king was not. In practice, however, they appeared to be equally matched.
If anything, the Sorceror-king might have been better than Sir Dractor. The green-firey sword, in addition to clashing against Sir Dractor's own blade, was slipping under the big knight's guard, with him only catching on his armour in the nick of time. There were already several dents in the armour.
But after a few minutes of amazed staring, Jayko began to wonder about something: the Sorceror-king was only fighting in a normal human fashion (if remarkably well). He wasn't using his magic. And having seen the strength of it when he had dueled the Old Man in the streets, Jayko had to wonder why.
The Sorceror-king, of course, had his reasons. The truth was that he had worn himself right out fighting the Old Man. It had taken pretty much all the strength he had. By now he had recovered enough that he could probably attempt something small, but he was winning, and who knew if he might need the strength later.
Although the tide of his duel might well turn. Sir Dractor was a excellent match. And had the big knight not tired himself by fighting- and defeating!- all of his Dragon Masters, he would be even harder-pressed than he was. And Sir Dractor was showing no signs of flagging in the near future.
He began to think that it might be better to use what magic he had, rather than allow the duel to go on beyond what he could definitely handle.
Jayko had been following the fight, and by the next time that he noticed where he was, he was standing almost right beside the great table. Jayko rather quickly forgot the battle, and decided to try and revive Elwen. First he tried shaking her, but that seemed to have no effect. Then he saw a full waterskin sitting on the belt of one of the fallen Dragon Masters. He limped over to get it.
The Cavaliers were beating the Dragon Masters. They outnumbered them, for one. For another, they had superior training. But mostly, it was because they were more determined. Quorandis was more than a little angry at Del Grakken, and at the Dragon Masters in general, and his men felt the betrayal by the Sorceror-king as well.
So it wasn't too long before the Dragon Masters had been defeated, and were lying on the floor in the same condition as Elbadar and his men.
But turning to see Sir Dractor and the Sorceror-king they saw that things were not going quite so well there.
The Sorceror-king decided to try something simple, like tripping his opponent. So he whipped a thin, invisible strand of magic around the big warriors legs, and tugged. Sir Dractor tumbled to the ground, and the Sorceror-king's sword came slicing down. Sir Dractor raised his shield, but the sword cut right through it, ripping it in two. Sir Dractor tossed away the remnants of the shield, and rolled to the side as the Sorceror-king struck again.
Slashing with his own sword as he climbed to his feet, he caught the Sorceror-king in the calf, drawing the first blood. The Sorceror-king gasped in pain, and lashed out by wrenching Sir Dractor's sword-arm back, leaving him momentarily defenseless. Only a quick twist of his torso so that the centre of his breastplate took the blow of the sword saved the big knight.
His arm back in control, Sir Dractor swung double-handedly at the Sorceror-king. The Sorceror-king blocked his blow so swiftly that Sir Dractor's huge blade was shorn in two. Which mean that the bottom half kept travelling to deliver a nasty cut to his abdomen.
The Sorceror-king was angry now. Really angry. Wounded in two places, and facing an opponent who was STILL armed with an almost-normal sized sword, he decided it was time to go all-out.
Drawing all of his magic reserves, he prepared to send a bolt of power at Sir Dractor that would blow him down. It would take ALL of his remaining magical strength, but there was no way he could miss at that range, and Sir Dractor was no sorceror like the Old Man, to be able to withstand such an attack.
But when he had clenched his power, and put forth his hand to cast it, nothing happened. His power would not leave him. He looked up at the great table, and saw Elwen standing there, hands on the table, a triumphant smirk on her face. But before he could do anything about that, Sir Dractor launched himself at him.