"Yes, to my kingdom and you are not going to stop me." Sage replied sternly.
Arthur's smile widened. One could be easily rendered wary because of how creepy the smile was but Sage was not moved, she was ready to kill him if he pushed her to.
"I have no choice but to stop you my queen." Arthur spoke cheerfully.
"Nothing but a lapdog of Cyrus Dragos." Sage growled and set the nine tailed fox down on the snow covered ground.
Arthur shook his head. "Not a lapdog but a loyal follower, my queen" He defended politely and drew out his sword from it's sheathe.
"Loyal follower, pathetic!" Sage scoffed in disbelief and yanked her hands from her coat, launching a hail of raging fire at him.
Arthur avoided her attack and charged, aiming to knock her out with the handle of the sword, but Sage appeared behind him, leaving him speechless as she tore his coat to his shirt and back skin with a fire whip.
He let out a grunt of pain and fell on his knees.
