The Ring Thief - Chapter 5 - The Theft
Chapter 5 - The Theft Purple lights shrieked and splintered from the mage’s boney, skin-tight fingers, scalding Taenith’s scales and slapping against Han's face with an explosive crack. Its impact whipped the bowman to the ground next to Grizzel. Wincing, Taenith grasped his wound. It was as if the dark energy had sharpened into blades and pierced him. He thought for a moment to raise his sword, but he had no reason to believe the mage couldn’t simply disintegrate it like he did to Han’s bow. “Bastard,” Taenith thought, and eyed the apostle’s mace, which lay a few feet away from him. It didn't seem to be affected by his powers. If he could just grab it, he’d have a better chance at defeating the mage. Then again, he didn’t know how much of Grizzel’s stories were true. If it indeed killed chaotic beings through physical contact, he wasn’t sure if he’d even survive long enough to wield it. “I must say. I haven't seen a draconian in a long time,” the figure said, charging a...