Alexan retreated rapidly, dodging the blows that reigned down on him. Feron had always been the better swordsman but he would not lose. Twice Feronâs blade nicked him, drawing blood, which began to flow liberally. Alexan could feel himself weakening and began to use magic to assist him. With a thought, he teleported behind Feron, striking out with his sword, a sweeping gash opening up on his back. Feron turned and roared and the next thing he knew, Alexan was smashing in the wall, stone crumbling around him. He moaned softly and watched Feron approach him slowly. Alexan looked around and saw Susan on the other side and power surged through him. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Feron flying across the room, wiping out two Council members as he smashed into them. Alexan slowly rose to feet and watched Feron rise also, amazed that he was still on his feet. That both of them were for that matter. Feron began to chant and Alexan, realizing what was happening, began to run towards him. Before he reached him though, a great bolt of lightning lanced from Feronâs hands and crashed into his chest, sending him flying back again.
Smoke poured from the gaping wound in his chest and he cried out, crumbling to his knees. He felt his life force waning then and knew he was done. As he fell face forward onto the ground, his eyes met Susanâs across the room and rage boiled inside him. Feron would not have her. Would. Not. Have. Her. With a roar of agony and fear, Alexan lurched to his knees and with a spoken word sent his sword flying across the room where it skewered Feron in the center of his chest, pinning him to the wall. Feronâs eyes flew wide for a brief instant and then dimmed as he slumped over the sword, dead. Alexan slowly rose to his feet and placed his hand over his chest wound, staggering across the room to Susan. The guards backed away from him as he reached her, dropping to his knees, his hand stroking her cheek. âYou are save my loveâ he whispered before turning to the Council, now only four. âI have won this Challenge. The mortal is mine.â And with a wave of his hand, he sent he and Susan back to his home.