Lyca stopped as he made the way out the containment wand. His fists were dripping with blood, fire crawled around his body as it warmed him. Eliza, Edmonton and Fleur caught up quickly.
Thirty mages waited outside, staffs and wands already glowing as they waited for him to leave. Lyca snarled as sorcerous energies spiralled around him.
They wanted a fight? Let them have one.
A proper one.
To the death.
Fer roared as an axe pierced into her side. She roared again as she caught a spinning glaive with her hand. Half of the centurion-sentinels had fallen, and she was on one bottle left. Anassa stared up from the ceiling as she watched the brawl. This could not go on.
