The spear spun once in his hand before he thrust downward. The earth exploded upon contact.
Molten fire burst upward beneath Atheline's feet. He leaped backwards instantly only for the spear to be waiting. The attack was too fast for him to contest mid-flight.
The spearhead slashed across his side, blood spluttering across the burning forest grounds. He briefly touched his throbbing rib.
Igrad stepped forward immediately, spear rotating fluidly into another thrust aimed directly at his throat.
Atheline raised one hand. Wind and water burst forward. The spear pierced through it instantly but that was enough.
Lightning exploded beneath his feet and his body vanished in a flash of speed. The spear missed him by inches.
Igrad turned sharply but he was still too late.
Three arrows screamed towards him simultaneously from different directions.
One was coated with spiraling lightning, one in ice, and the other compressed earth.
