[He sees her. He sensed her from a short distance down the road and the image clicked into his mind immediately - her, beaten down and bloody and bruised, and him, sword poised to steal the final blow. She deserves it, someone who dared to pry Martel's life from him once before, someone who helped tear down his empire and grind to dust everything he had left. She deserves it because she's there and she has no right to be, not when Martel is gone.
He stops. Hidden in the shade of the neighboring building, he takes a few moments to pull together a spell. Channel his despair into the mana flowing through him, gather every razor-sharp thought so he can throw it all back at her. Three, two, one...]
Prism Sword. [Whispered darkly underneath his breath. He lingers in the shadows to recover from unleashing that much power from his weakened body, and meanwhile he'll enjoy the imminent show of destruction.]
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He stops. Hidden in the shade of the neighboring building, he takes a few moments to pull together a spell. Channel his despair into the mana flowing through him, gather every razor-sharp thought so he can throw it all back at her. Three, two, one...]
Prism Sword. [Whispered darkly underneath his breath. He lingers in the shadows to recover from unleashing that much power from his weakened body, and meanwhile he'll enjoy the imminent show of destruction.]