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creatures and demons were gone as a wave of light engulfed
them. Tagen witnessed a power he’d never seen before as Mauldrin annihilated
Azgiel’s army. A wave of a hand or a pointing of a finger sent powerful waves
of light smashing through trees and engulfing demons. Nothing was left alive in
its path.
    As Azgiel
drew his sword preparing to fight, Tagen felt a wave of energy hit him from the
sword. The black blade appeared to eat the light that touched it. Tagen could
tell from Mauldrin’s fierce stare that he was intent on reaching Azgiel. He
slammed through another wave of demons as he persisted towards his target. None
of them was left standing.
    Mauldrin
jumped off his horse as he reached Azgiel, rolled once and came to his feet,
kicking Azgiel back with the heel of his foot. Azgiel regained balance and
swung his sword, which seemed to tear through the air with black flames, but
missed. He followed with a hand outstretched and spoke one word, “Ptarion.”
Mauldrin uncontrollably flew backwards and smashed into a large boulder.
    Not
wanting to be around to be dealt with by either victor, Tagen tried to shift
into shadow form. Too weak. He couldn’t
change.
    Azgiel
ran at Mauldrin who slowly got up. The sword flew at Mauldrin’s head, but he
backed up and flung his hand out with white energy at his fingertips. Sparks
flew as the sword slowed, but didn’t stop.
    Mauldrin
screamed as two fingers were severed. He jumped back, almost appearing to fly.
While tucking his bleeding right hand against his leg, he lifted his other hand
in the air. Large flat boulders sprang out of the ground and imprisoned Azgiel.
Demons were in the distance fighting Mauldrin’s army. Surprisingly, there were
more demons now than what he had counted in camp the night before. Tagen had no
idea where they all came from.
    The
silver one sprang at Mauldrin from behind with a large axe. The axe blade came
down hard on Mauldrin’s armor, but the demon was blown backwards by some type
of unseen field. Blackness began to work its way up Mauldrin’s arm, starting
where his fingers had been severed. Spinning his other hand around, a blue
sphere encircled the wound. Once it dissipated, the blackness could still be
seen, getting even worse, moving up to his elbow.
    Tagen
knew Azgiel made his sword with untold power, but he was surprised to see its
effect slowly eating away Mauldrin.
    Mauldrin’s
eyes lit up with white flames, which moved to his body. Fingers of light
appeared where the two had been cut off and spots of light started to crack
through the blackness. An explosion blasted outward. Tagen could feel a breeze
blow against him and sniffed an interesting smell that must’ve come off of
Mauldrin. After the dust settled, Mauldrin’s hand was back to normal.
    Tagen
could feel his body finally starting to heal, but it was slow. The pain was
excruciating as bones slowly realigned and grew back together.
    With an
explosion, the rocks that entrapped Azgiel blew to pieces. The silver demon got
back on his feet, running back to the fight.
    Moving
with astonishing speed, Mauldrin dove in the air and landed in front of Azgiel,
pounding the ground. A burst of light blew everyone back, knocking over trees.
    Tagen and
his tree flew ten feet, crashing to the ground. His vision
fuzzy, his muscles weak, he pushed his body to move, knowing he had to get out
of there. He tried transforming one last time into shadow form. Success,
but he was so worn out it wasn’t complete. The swords that pinned him to the
tree ripped through parts of his un-transformed flesh as he scurried to a safer
position.  
    A large
bush that was close by looked like a good place to hide. Tagen crawled under
the bristly leaves. He peered out to see what would happen next. Mauldrin
walked up to Azgiel, who was knocked out on the ground. Azgiel’s sword floated
in the air, held there by Mauldrin, but Tagen couldn’t see how. Only one demon
could be seen still fighting, but he