General Grandall's eyes narrowed as the two blazing figures cut across the battlefield like blazing suns.
His instincts screamed at him to brace, yet his pride refused to allow him to retreat again.
He slammed the butt of his halberd into the ground, runes exploding with radiant blue light.
A dome of shifting energy burst outward, layers of overlapping sigils forming a barrier thicker than steel.
"Artemian Bulwark," Grandall intoned, his voice like stone grinding against stone. "Break if you dare."
Arundel's lips curled into a manic grin. "Gladly."
The Majin Prince's spear whistled through the air, flames roaring as he drove it against the barrier.
At the same instant, Cristopher's bastard sword, wrapped in flames, struck it as well.
The battlefield erupted.
Flame and runes collided, tearing into each other with a deafening crack.
