Magic 8

He looked up. Skepticism. “That mage?” Elspeth was casting. “Ready?”

Mardis showed alarm, but gathered his wits and readied his sword and shield. The storm’s cylinder passed over him, and began to push him off his feet.

“Go!”

A helix of light erupted from around Mardis’s body, lifting him into the air. He shot like an arrow at the vedalken mage. Mardis’s astonishment turned to determination, and his body became one graceful attack motion, like a warrior angel delivering the stroke of vengeance. The vedalken mage looked down, saw him flying toward her, and gasped.

Alara Unbroken, Part 3