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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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What he started with fire I responded with filth, strands of burning spirits contending with decaying scarabs in perfect balance. The lines of battle were drawn, and the world grew dim, unnecesary champions faded out of the time anomaly. Beyond the barrier, space and time ground to a screeching halt as our contesting wills strove to dominate the frozen moment. This is where we were most vunerable. Any shift in the time field would give the opponent a relative eternity to strike a killing blow.

 

The balance was set, for now, and I allowed him the first move. He chose defense, and I obliged by pressing the attack, blasting a ragged hole through the outer defenses with a comet of shadow and ice. A gaggle of spectres followed to fill the breach, their life-sucking attacks largeley wasted.

 

Seeing the futility, my opponent released his hold on the ravaged shield before the last shards of shadow had burned away, filling the air with supersonic razor sharp fragments. These, he counterattacked with, severly testing my outermost defenses even after I exploded half with direct fire. Again, he struck, this time with icy lances and heavy core shards. An elementalist? I filed that bit of information away for later, and let go of reality a moment before the direct assult crumpled my defenses.

 

Dodging a few weak psionic blasts, my suspicions were confirmed. New layers of his defense became clear to me, incomplete as it was frail. A deluge of crushing earth rocked the physical realm, hoping to catch me as I materielized. Instead, I discarded worldy magic and launched my next attack from the void, the first wave of planar lightning bareley missing but demolishing most of his Astral defenses.

 

At this point, my opponent made a serious error in Judgement, perhaps a product of an incomplete education. While the attacks from the void were dangerous, and no doubt deadly, he chose to follow me into the great darkness trying to finish me off instead of remaining in his element.

 

Well, he was in MY world now. The next attack of frozen shards withered in a blast of elemental fire, and countered with Starfire. Chaotic shards from unlawful planes cleaned up what fire did not, scourging flesh from bone as he tried to flee back to reality.

 

***

 

When it was over, I looked down at the tormented skeleton in a lake of blood, and saluted my opponent mentally. Even to the last, his grip on the timeflow had remained rock solid.

 

"I'm sorry I had to do this, but this land and people are under my protection. Sorcerer King or no."

 

Releasing the timeflow, I turned to the waiting army.

 

"Who's next?"

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Someone go search the Legion boards for the story Blue. Also, the sequal, which came about a year later. And any other stories I've ever composed there that weren't lost in the server jump. But if you can get a hold of Blue, bonza mayte

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