The sword was heavy, but Kaedros gripped it with both hands and charged at the two remaining golems. He drew it back as if preparing to parry, then suddenly jammed the tip into the floor, vaulting upward with the momentum.
Landing atop the head of the golem he had already wounded, he unleashed a torrent of searing fire. The intense flame melted through its skull in seconds, turning it into bubbling slag.
Golem two, down, Kaedros thought with a grin, flicking molten droplets off his fingers. He couldn't help but feel a flash of gratitude toward Nyra.
The moment his feet hit the ground, the remaining two golems were on him. Swords slashed at his flanks in a blur of metal.
He needed a real weapon and fast.
He activated a compact formation on his finger, no larger than a ring. Channeling mana into the link between his core and the rune, fire flared to life and a golem's head tumbled to the ground, cleanly severed.
