Flames engulfed the battle-axe, burning fiercely.
Its edge glowed red, as though it had just come out of a forge.
A smith had hammered it sharp, and the axe desperately needed ice water to cool it.
But there was no cold water on the battlefield, only hot blood.
Zul'jin surged like a gale. Flames streamed from his axe in the wind, and with a roar, he smashed it against the Holy Hammer, sending blinding sparks flying.
Tirion Fordring stood firm as a rock, meeting Zul'jin's flaming Warblade head-on.
How could human strength rival the power of a loa? Zul'jin was stunned, but even as he marveled at the human's strength, he struck again.
Gales swirled, and two equally sized storms shot out from behind Zul'jin.
Since purely physical attacks could not finish Tirion Fordring quickly, Zul'jin simply changed tactics.
Against a special class that could both hit hard and take a beating, Divine Power was far simpler and more effective than a head-on fight.
Physical attacks could not wear down the Holy Light shield in a short time. A contest of energy, however, could.
Tirion Fordring wielded potent Holy Light Power, but in terms of energy reserves, no mortal body, however powerful, could rival the Wild Gods.
Countless sharp blades of wind formed along the edges of the howling cyclones. The enraged air elementals, beings of pure natural energy, attacked relentlessly.
The universe's six great forms of energy were not all opposed to one another.
In their natural forms, each repelled only one other kind of energy.
Holy Light and shadow, arcane and fel, nature and necromancy-these were simple oppositions of energy.
But when a caster controlled energy and wielded it as a weapon, even identical forms could clash violently and cancel each other out.
The light of Tirion Fordring's