Prayer

"You must be Wylan!" Modri shouts as he dashes over towards him, slashing at his neck with his dagger.

With a simple backstep Wylan dodges the attack, he then elbows him hard in the mouth sending him flying back.

"Come now, you can't be so obvious with your attacks." Wylan laughs.

Seirai charges towards him, swinging towards his leg, Wylan adjusts his sword to block then slashes at her head.

Using arcane protection the sword is blocked, as Seirai leaps a couple of feet back.

"Oh? You have an enchanted sword as well? How fun!" Wylan smiles, "Sadly for you I am a far better swordsman so you stand no real chance. But, if you value your life you could give up no-"

Before he finishes Modri leaps from the earth beneath him spinning making a small tornado of metal, Wylan blocks some of it, but is cut several times.

"You talk with so much pride, and yet you're worthless!" Modri shouts.

"Rapid slash!"