Too bad. He missed.
'Lucien' moved so fast Kyle couldn't even see how he dodged. The fireball whizzed past him and exploded against the ground behind.
'Lucien' flicked out his tongue and slowly licked his blood-red lips. "Tch. A mere magic apprentice... and you really thought that pathetic excuse for a fireball could hurt me?"
With a sneer, he raised his hand again.
But before he could cast anything, Lorne had already drawn his sword and was swinging it down at him.
'Lucien''s patience finally snapped.
He narrowly twisted out of the blade's path, then spun sharply, grabbing Lorne's unwithdrawn right arm in a lightning-fast grip. Their eyes locked—and in that instant, Lorne felt a violent dizziness flood his brain. The world before him began to ripple and distort like the surface of a stirred lake.
A whisper slipped into his ears—soft, coaxing, and laced with irresistible power.
"Relax... you've always wanted to let go of that sword, haven't you?"
