"Now you are mine!" The cursed scimitar said while trapping Tista's right arm inside his regenerating wound while aiming at her wings.
Tista screamed in fear, her trauma sending her into a panic that made her lose all the spells she kept at the ready as she saw the blade descend in an arc.
'Snap out of it!' Solus yelled as the Fury flew out of the stone ring and intercepted Windfell before it was too late.
Davross clashed against Davross in a rain of sparks, their enchantments raging at each other. The impact with the Fury caused Windfell pain, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation of seeing the modern runes etched on the Fury's surface.
"I'm going to enjoy this way more than I'm supposed to, traitor." The curved blade moved too fast for Tista to follow and it would have amputated both her wings if Solus hadn't taken her physical form.
