King Alorik vs Prince Stolas.
"Even on the brink of death, you still waste your breath," Prince Stolas sneered. "Well, I have no time for this. Goodbye."
The crimson magic circles surrounding King Alorik spun faster, their patterns glowing brighter as streams of magic missiles erupted, one after another, slamming into his broken and bloodied form.
Yet, just as the barrage reached its peak… it suddenly ceased!
Silence fell as swiftly as the assault had begun.
A low growl, almost a whimper, escaped the demon prince's throat. King Alorik, battered and on the verge of collapse, mustered what little strength he had to lift his head. His gaze, blurred and heavy, sought the reason for the unnatural pause.