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I stepped backwards, hoping Fenyx would trip and fall in the disgusting mess.
Then I lifted Excalibur over my head and willed, Let the light come back. Don't let Fenyx's shadows win.
The blade's golden light swept over me in a heartbeat, then out over the chamber. I heard Fenyx cry out as the light blinded him, and I laughed in glee.
He was ahead of me and to the left. I jumped around the pieces of broken glass, trying not to look directly at the body of a fae woman that had been swept out of the container, and moved towards the Lord General.
Growling with frustration, Fenyx touched his hand to his chest again, this time touching a red gemstone.
Duplicates of himself appeared around the room. Mirages surrounding me.
The mirages began to run, to and fro, confusing me as to which was the real Fenyx.
I swept Excalibur in a graceful arc again and again, passing the blade through the mirages until each one dissipated in smoke.
Finally, only Fenyx remained. He was standing at the foot of the iron throne he had chained me to.
“Hasn’t this gone on long enough?” he demanded.
“Funny, I was about to say the same thing.” Breathing hard, I moved closer towards him.
Feinting with the sword, I watched him jump backwards, then darted forwards, slashing my blade across his other shoulder, then again across his arm.
He was bleeding freely now.
I spun around the throne, watching as his fingers, slick with blood, clutched desperately at the gleaming gemstones on his chest.
He touched one, then another, but nothing happened. Evidently, Excalibur was shielding me from their effects somehow.
I watched him tap the yellow stone again and again, his expression becoming more and more desperate and frustrated.
“What's the matter, Fenyx? Your stolen powers not working for you? What a terrible shame.”
I sliced Excalibur forward like a needle, darting it into the center of Fenyx's chest, then out.
“You're a fucking knight. What kind of a knight doesn't carry his sword?”
Fenyx snarled like a rabid dog, pain finally starting to show on his handsome face.
“You look good like this. Bleeding out,” I said. “You're going to look even better melted to the floor like wax. And when I'm through with you, I'm going to turn this place into a fireball. There will be nothing left of this horror you've created. Nothing of your legacy but ash.”
But I'd spoken too soon.
With a flare of his nostrils, Fenyx brushed a blood-streaked hand against the blue stone embedded in the breastplate.
As his touch connected with the stone, my senses were immediately assaulted, as if a chilling void had descended upon me.
A pervasive numbness crept through my body, leaving my limbs heavy and unresponsive.
Each breath I took was suddenly a struggle.
I felt myself sinking to my knees.
Excalibur fell to the floor at my side with a metallic clang.
The very air had grown thick and oppressive.
My skin prickled as if unseen tendrils were wrapping around me, sapping my vitality.
