Death was coming for them, but the Shadow Hands were not unprepared for such a thing. They knew the enemy would be coming for them, and so they made provisions to stay their hand until the ritual had done it's work.
Instead of traveling on foot like the more mundane might, the elite wizards scattered into the shadows, using them as gateways to different parts of the city, making certain to stay out of reach of the monsters who sought them harm. It was taxing, but they would rather deplete their reserves of magic entirely, rather than die at the hands of those behemoths or traitors. As long as they stayed as far away and as spread out as possible, they would be victorious, and their master would reward them greatly.
With a cry he dove out of the way of the incoming spikes, dodging them and returning with a familiar ethereal chain that had a mind of its own. Shooting towards the mummy, it intended to wrap itself around him and bind his arms to his side.
"I wanted to keep you alive, but if you insist on being so difficult, I think I will kill you instead." He was losing blood, but at the very least he had enough strength to fight a little longer. Going back to the spiritual plane was out of the question, as that would mean seeing those shades again, and he didn't think he would survive another encounter with them.
"Your old age has blinded you to what is out there, what can be done. You refuse to adapt, and that will be your undoing!" Whether or not the chain actually wrapped around him would be pointless, as Telenar sent an electric shock coursing through the object, which would spark outwards and strike whatever was closest to it. Such was the business of fighting another wizard, using the subtle art of trickery to gain the upper hand, insuring you lived to tell the tale.
Instead of traveling on foot like the more mundane might, the elite wizards scattered into the shadows, using them as gateways to different parts of the city, making certain to stay out of reach of the monsters who sought them harm. It was taxing, but they would rather deplete their reserves of magic entirely, rather than die at the hands of those behemoths or traitors. As long as they stayed as far away and as spread out as possible, they would be victorious, and their master would reward them greatly.
With a cry he dove out of the way of the incoming spikes, dodging them and returning with a familiar ethereal chain that had a mind of its own. Shooting towards the mummy, it intended to wrap itself around him and bind his arms to his side.
"I wanted to keep you alive, but if you insist on being so difficult, I think I will kill you instead." He was losing blood, but at the very least he had enough strength to fight a little longer. Going back to the spiritual plane was out of the question, as that would mean seeing those shades again, and he didn't think he would survive another encounter with them.
"Your old age has blinded you to what is out there, what can be done. You refuse to adapt, and that will be your undoing!" Whether or not the chain actually wrapped around him would be pointless, as Telenar sent an electric shock coursing through the object, which would spark outwards and strike whatever was closest to it. Such was the business of fighting another wizard, using the subtle art of trickery to gain the upper hand, insuring you lived to tell the tale.