"Foolish boy!" Brannath said after putting a magic artifact on Doevm's spear, sealing his demonic weapon away from him.
'Fate,' Doevm thought as he hung from the Grand Shaman's web like laundry put outside to dry. 'Is that why I lost?' His heartbeat incessantly drowned out his thoughts. His fingers shook like a drunk too long without a sip of liquor because there wasn't enough sweat dripping down his bound limbs. The brief fight did not serve as a proper warm-up. 'I got ahead of myself. Why did I start fighting her with my fists? I should know better than that, I could have drained her magic. I could have paralyzed her. I could have...' he cursed under his breath. His hands clenched. 'I say that but for once, I just want to win how I want to win. Fate and magic be damned.'