Time snaps back to normal and Dorian almost goes down on a knee. That spell always takes everything he has. The mages close ranks around him, protecting him as he struggles to get his senses back.
His father's voice comes to him, whispering in his ear. You are worthless. You shame your family.
"Demons, lovely," he grinds out through his teeth. He forces himself back up to his feet and spins his staff around to wield like a spear instead of a staff. He has no mana to draw on right now. "This is such a pleasant evening."
As long as he stays in the circle mages he should be safe. He wishes for his magic, though. It feels safer, better than a bladed stick but he stabs through openings between mages, slicing in to the demon when it comes close.
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His father's voice comes to him, whispering in his ear. You are worthless. You shame your family.
"Demons, lovely," he grinds out through his teeth. He forces himself back up to his feet and spins his staff around to wield like a spear instead of a staff. He has no mana to draw on right now. "This is such a pleasant evening."
As long as he stays in the circle mages he should be safe. He wishes for his magic, though. It feels safer, better than a bladed stick but he stabs through openings between mages, slicing in to the demon when it comes close.