Ugh!
The wind suddenly deepened into a low, echoing roar. Circles of rapidly spinning air whirled through the room and wrapped around Cyril's limbs, making it hard for him to move, as if he were trapped in a bog.
The Elf Olivia gripped an iron-black dagger that gleamed coldly and rode the wind toward him at incredible speed.
At the same time, an indescribable authority surged from the gray-clad man standing behind her. In a low voice, he declared, "Substitutes are forbidden here!"
Cyril stood his ground, the illusory book reflected in his eyes flipping rapidly through its pages.
Then clear, holy dawnlight welled up around him and quickly condensed into a layer of finely wrought full-body armor.
Clang~
The iron-black dagger slashed across the silver armor on his chest. The tremendous force behind the metallic impact sent him stumbling several steps backward.
The illusory book continued to turn in the eyes visible through the gaps in his crested helmet.
Then he reached out, grasped the air, and swung as if delivering a slash. Clear, silver-white dawnlight appeared in his hand, swiftly condensing into a sharp, sturdy, heavy, broad greatsword.
The Elf Olivia's azure eyes narrowed as the silver-white greatsword Cyril wielded loomed larger and larger in her vision.
Whoosh~
A violent blast of air erupted between them, sending both flying backward and slowing Cyril's swing for a moment.
After that brief delay, the broad silver-white blade cut a bright line through the air, leaving a bloody wound across the Elf Olivia's chest and abdomen.
Fresh blood welled from her wound and turned into a thin, gaunt figure of blood that lunged at Cyril.
Thud!
With a muffled impact, Cyril staggered back two more steps and hit the wall.
The bloody figure crashed against the silver Dawn Armor. It failed