Kelvin dodged a spear thrust, his scars tingling as he rolled, syncing with Xerion to unleash a fiery vortex that engulfed a skiff, its crew leaping clear as it burned, their wolves retreating under the serpent's onslaught, their dune runes flickering as their strength waned.
Vark fought fiercely, his spear weaving fire arcs, his wolves circling to flank Kelvin, but Kelvin's ice runes cooled the attacks, his fire lance pierced Vark's armor, forcing him to stagger back, his eyes blazing with hatred.
"You think that you are a hero, right?" Vark spat, his voice venomous as he remounted his boat, his crew rallied behind him, their wolves were limping but snarling.
"The wyrm is ours, and so is its loot. You will burn in those mines, boy, and we will pick your bones clean." Kelvin stood firm, his gauntlet was flaring, while Xerion's scales was blazing, their bond was unyielding as the crew faltered, their beasts were overwhelmed.
