Sillo gritted his teeth. He continued to hammer his skeletal opponent with spell after spell.
"You're too hot-headed. If you were more cautious like your sister, then you'd be more forbiddable," stated Duorda, carving through holy swords and dark sabers with his long, sickly bone sickle.
"Shut up!"
"If I do that, you'll never learn. You don't want your sister outgrowing you, right? You don't want her surpassing you and never needing your help?"
"SHUT UP!"
"Listen! I'm trying to help you."
A web of lightning materialized around them, keeping Sillo at the center and offering Duorda no chance to escape.
"This again?" Duorda sighed.
"You can't--"
"I told you, this is useless! Your mana control is too sloppy to contain me…"
Shaking his head, Duorda began to emit specs of white light, fading in and out of existence. Those tinges of white energy weren't bright but they were easy to spot amidst the black energy forever shrouding the black skeleton.
