“Move!” Nevada shouted releasing the spell and rushing forward. “Fire, gather and encircle my blades,” he called, collecting fire around the short swords he pulled from the sheaths at his sides.
He cut down the first man he saw, removing his head from his shoulders easily, cauterizing the wound instantly. The second man was also easily dispatched, Nevada driving his sword through the man’s heart.
By the third person the Blood of Aeon mages had recovered and were fighting back. Nevada had his hands full quickly fending off two skilled fighters as they used teamwork to press him.
“Runa and Eirik are running,” he heard someone shout above the battle.
“Fuck,” Nevada kicked out at his opponent before pulling out his family pendant. The steel rooster shimmered in the false light provided by the battery powered lamps placed throughout the cavern. The brown obsidian crystal clutched in the fowl’s talons glinted with golds and reds.
“Ancestors, lend me strength,” Nevada prayed as he slid the ring into place on his right middle finger. “Spirits of earth, heed my call! I call rocks to wake and clay to form. Appear and awake guardian!”