Sarak/Sylas
''You foolish, pathetic humans,'' Sarak lifted his head slowly as he did a head count. There were at least fifty guards in the room. It was easy for him since he had fought in wars with thousands of powerful rune bearers.
The guards were like ants to him; he could stomp on them and get rid of them in the twinkle of an eye. ''I haven't played like this in a while,'' he said.
The guards moved closer to him, tightening their circle, their swords pointed towards him with shining light. Every one of them was braced to strike, but none of them dared to move first.
''Be afraid,'' Sarak yelled and then raised his hands higher as the ground beneath him quaked.
Lightning surged outward in a brilliant flare, but this time it wasn't alone. Sarak dragged at the earth, unleashing every bit of power in him combined with Sylas's, and groaned.
The marble floor trembled violently, splitting open.
