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Salem was more than annoyed that Victors axe had not only missed its mark, but it also notified the mage of his magic. His blade of grass had withered like it was nothing, the mages magic proving its dominance in totality. If only he could removed the mased Salem should attempt to blind him. As the mage turned his attention towards Victor, and his back to Salem, the vampire he was with began to snap and tear as it grew grotesque vines that protruded from his body. There was now a dual sense within Salem. Horror and amazement. He would have to learn that spell later, if he survived this encounter. The vines began to lunge at Salem as he started to sprint away from the offending spell. If Victor had found a clue then Salem would buy him as much time as he could. He needed a way to cancel the spell the mage was doing while also keeping himself alive.

Salems breathing became harsh and difficult as he felt something within him constrict his breathing. Magic? His injuries from the vampire weren't severe enough to have damaged him like this, and his lungs weren't punctured by any means. He gritted his teeth as Salem threw his glaive towards the other mage whose back was still facing him. If the obsidian tip penetrated the plant mage then it could cancel out his magic and stop the vines while also affording Victor some more time. However if it didn't stop the magic then Salems life may be as good as forfeited.