"I was afraid you had been discovered, my Love. Are you willing to go with me?" Holias tightened his arms around her.
Lont smiled and turned his head. At least Zeldra would be happy.
"To death, if you lead." Zeldra’s voice grew muffled at the end.
"I hope it shall not come to that too soon."
"Sooner than you thought." Agmaraa mocked.
Lont whipped his head back to the lovers. The witch stepped out of the trees followed by a yellow-cloaked figure. Holias shoved Zeldra behind him.
"You had to try to be clever and elope. So now you have to die." Agmaraa’s hand glowed purple that condensced into a fire ball.
Cathina jolted forward when Lont spurred her. He yanked his shield forward and caught the fireball on it. He tossed the burning shield away and pulled out his sword. "Run!"
Agmaraa sighed over the sounds of crashing undergrowth. "Orden, take care of this traitor while I stop the lovers." She vanished.
Orden threw back the hood of his cloak, and drew his sword. Lont dismounted quickly. "Stop being her slave, man! Do you think you’re the first in Lord Saria’s court that she has wooed with sweet kisses and whispered promises?" He stood ready. "She is the source of all this turmoil. She’s the one who commands the moblins!"
Their swords clashed. Orden pressed the attack again. "I will have revenge! They stole the only person who made all my sacrifices worth it. They will pay!"
Lont parried, but managed to hold their swords in place so he could stare into his teeming orange eyes. "You have felt a love like that? A love like they have and you want to destroy it?"
He jerked back. Lont relaxed his guard slightly. Maybe he had gotten through to him. Orden’s sword lashed out and hit his left arm. Lont jumped back, but the sword crashed against his and his sword spun off into the darkness. Orden’s fist and sword hilt slammed against his head. Everything went black.
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