Purple lightning split the air.

Arlo was in front of Trent with a golden shield. The force of the blast pushed the blonde back almost a foot. I started to move back, then realized that Rix was no longer beside me. Because of course, if we were fighting a God, why wouldn’t she try to assassinate him?

I tried to think of what I had in my arsenal that could help. The problem was that however I’d gotten wherever this was, I hadn’t brought my CB with me either. Which made me curious how Trent and Arlo had donned armor.

Trent was hitting Wurn with Fire, Electricity, and Ice. Throwing balls and streams of each at him while Arlo fended off the attacks.

Wurn was creating a shield with his left hand and firing lightning from the wand with his right. I was thankful that I was being ignored and kept looking for Rix. I was hoping that I could spot her before she got herself killed.

She phased out of invisibility behind Wurn. Her chainsword in her hand as she was bringing it down on his neck.

“GODSLAYER!!!”

I threw out my hand “BIND!” two vines shot out of the ground and grabbed Wurns wand hand. It didn’t hold him and snapped almost right away, but it caused enough of a delay that Rix was able to roll forward, under the lightning bolt and pop back up. Springing her blade under his chin.

“GODSLAYER!!!”

Trent grabbed her with an invisible hand and yanked her back as he ran forward.

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The red-eyed God was wiping his neck where Rix had stabbed him. Considering what that ability was supposed to do, drawing blood right now, even if it was little more than a scratch, was impressive and had Wurn off balance.

At close range, Trent forced Wurn to try to block with the wand, with which the brown-haired God was still firing off purple lightning, they were just wildly off.

Arlo crashed into him. It wasn’t enough to knock him down, but it was enough to throw his block off. Trent’s sword sliced a shallow cut down Wurn’s arm.

The dead God roared and knocked Arlo onto his back twenty feet away. His left hand started glowing as he swung it at Trent.

But seeing Arlo’s attack gave me an idea. And I’d been wanting to try it, but never thought about it when I had time.

“BINDINGS!”

Vine after vine after vine latched on to Wurn. They didn’t do anything more than stutter him, but that provided openings for Trent to begin to cut at him.

Arlo kept charging him, over and over. Knocking Wurn off balance and it wasn’t long before Rix joined in, only adding small cuts, but it was keeping the dead God even more off balance.

I felt my head start to spin and my lungs felt like I was breathing Ice as my Mana ran out. I fell down on all fours and heard the satisfying clank of the wand hitting the floor.

I looked up and saw Trent shove his sword into Wurn’s chest. The brown-haired man grabbed the blade, but couldn’t hold it as my teacher slid it out.

Wurn dropped to his knees. He looked at the wound that was making a red stain under him. “No…” his voice was raspy, “A Gibborim is not worthy…”

Trent grabbed the other man’s brown hair and turned the other man’s face up to his.

“You Mantle isn’t worth this Gibborim’s time to take.” Trent let him go and took off Wurn’s head before the dead God could respond.

I watched Trent flash over and over and over. The eighth time was the last.

We’d won.