[center][h1] [color=008000]Mikhail Fuast[/color] [/h1] [/center]


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There was an odd buzzing ringing through Mikhail’s ears. Behind him, he knew Victor had just paid the price for his reckless decision. Maximillian suffered from a similar fate next to the sorcerer. Death always came some quickly on the battlefield that it was difficult to ever truly prepare for it. Things had seemed to have been going well, but in an instant they had lost two of their own. The obnoxious buzzing wasn’t going away, but the cavalier finally understood what was causing it: rage.

Aika’s lightning hit the sorcerer dead on, causing it to stumble forward from the aftershock. With his jaw clenched violently, Mikhail quickened his pace. He shut out all other thoughts and tightened his gron on the sword. The damn thing was essentially dead already, he just needed to give it the final push. The sorcerer attempted to stagger to its feet, but it would never get the chance.

[color=008000]”Vanish,”[/color] he demanded as his sword finished its arc through the creatures neck. The snarling face sailed through the air for a brief second before it dissipated into the Risen’s acrid smoke.  

[i][color=008000]’That idiot,’[/color][/i]  he fumed internally, [i][color=008000]’They would both still be alive if he had just waited a few more seconds.’[/color][/i] Dismissing the thought, Mikhail turned towards the last Risen. [i][color=008000]’It better hope I don’t get to him first.’[/color][/i]