Role

Chapter 6

"This is nothing but a dream. My Dream!"

Suddenly two great flashes of light start to solidify inside Alrions
hands two swords seemingly forged from nothing but light. Twisiting
against his restraints, Alrion quickly spins his weapons in a blur,
severing the links to his puppet master. Catching his fall he dips
his head slightly relief in feeling the solidity of the ground. His
body frozen his head moves left to right at the weapons held in his
hands, slowly it twists an inquisitive look on his face. A shuffling
noise before him finally breaking the thought process Alrion pushed
himself to his feet, swords held at the ready. As he snarls the word

"Tohr"

The fire giant stood in disbelief, as much stunned as was his puppet
of the events that had just unfolded before him.

"TOHR! YOU WILL FIND NO REPRIEVE, THE OCEANS COME FOR YOU!"

Suddenly Tohr was thrown back, as Alrion launched himself towards the
giant with such explosive speed he stunned him as much as it did the
giant before before him. Swords of blazing light, met only barely by
sword of flame. Moving quickly Alrion, pinned the flaming sword with
one weapon while he struck at the pommel with the other, in an attempt
to break the demonic grip. Flailing backwards, barely keeping his feet,
Tohr quickly glares at a small rod tied to his belt, and with a quick
uttering of words vanished into thin air.

"TOHR!"

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