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Nature Abhors a Vacuum

Gritting his teeth, Aiden managed to focus enough to strike back, swinging his sword
at the warrior's legs. The barb arian obviously hadn't expected him to survive that blow,
and was unprepared for the riposte. With the power of a dead wizard's incantation of
strength behind his sword arm, Aiden cleanly severed both of the warrior's legs off at the
calves, his master-crafted blade cutting through the unarmoured flesh as would a knife
through butter.
The screaming Akoran dropped to the ground, giving Aiden a chance to get back on
his feet and into the fight. He ran his blade through the man's chest with cold satisfaction,
and then took stock of the situation. There wasn't much light in the large chamber, a mere
four torches illuminated the ferocious battle taking place, but Aiden was unaffected, and
probably the only one that could see just how many they were facing.
No less than a dozen savage warriors had ambushed them, and only the narrow
approaches afforded by the huge piles of stores in the chamber provided Aiden and his
companions any chance of survival. Unfortunately, it also prevented him from using the
powerful sceptre en masse, reducing this fight to a close-quarters brawl.
The Akorans fought without finesse, without fear. His adrenaline pumping, Aiden
didn't feel any pain from his injury as he chopped and slashed at a savage, while trying to
take advantage of the cluttered terrain.
More often than not, his sword met the shield of his opponent, who seemed to
recognise the uncanny strength behind each of Aiden's attacks, and kept his movements
on the defensive. But after three rapid strikes on the wooden shield, it shattered – along
with the bones in the man‟s arm - and left him vulnerable to a swift blow to the chest.
Aiden was mobile enough to keep no more than one or two attacking him at once,
but Morik fought in a similar manner to his people, standing his ground against four
warriors at a time, relentlessly stabbing and chopping with the short spear, and a battle
axe he had picked up from one of the fallen. His skill was formidable, and he was agile
enough to stay out of reach of their weapons, dodging attacks as they came at him. More
than once he wasn't quick enough, taking a slash to his bare chest or a stab to his arm, yet
he hardly noticed.
In all the years he had known him, Aiden had never seen Pacian move so fast – the
blond rogue was a man possessed, darting in and out of the supply piles to take random
stabs at passing barbarians, who howled in rage at their inability to keep up with him. He
didn't forget the rest of the group, either, taking advantage of the unguarded backs of
those fighting with Morik, to slit throats and stab kidneys mercilessly.
Sayana was clearly still depleted from the battle out on the plain, for she evoked no
fire magic in her battle, although her force shield shimmered in the air before her. She
focused on staying alive, relying on sheer rage, and the unnatural sharpness of her mighty
axe now dripping with the blood of her former people. Aiden made sure to block the
passage to her position as best he could, relying on his spectral armour to completely
absorb damage from any barbarians pressing the attack.
Whether they were completely oblivious to their surroundings while under the
effects of their battle- lust, or they had been ordered to fight to the death, the Akorans did
not relent until the last one had been slain, and the stenc h of death permeated the
enclosed space.
Sayana and Pacian leaned against the nearest wall to recover their breath, the amount
of energy they'd expended in that battle far above what they were used to. Aiden felt it