His amber eyes burned with feral, unhinged battle-lust. The Fire Archduke loved a physical brawl. "Kaelus! You take the left flank! I'll take the right! Aim for the joints! The armor plates must have seams!"
"Do not order me, Leonidas," Kaelus snapped, his dark aura flaring. "Vanguard! Fall back to a fifty-yard perimeter! Provide physical containment only! Do not cast any spell!"
Kaelus and Leonidas, the two most powerful, terrifying warlords in the Southern Hemisphere, did not hesitate.
They moved as a synchronized unit, a testament to the childhood they had spent sparring and bleeding together.
Leonidas charged first.
He didn't summon fire as a projectile; rather, he summoned it as an enhancement. His body became wreathed in a thick, roaring aura of blazing, white-hot plasma.
