The relentless assault was a storm of crimson and black. Ezra's fury was a physical force, his every blow capable of leveling a skyscraper. Revan, however, moved with an eerie, calm precision, his eyes tracking every infinitesimal movement.
Ezra delivered a ferocious right hook, but Revan vanished an instant before the blow could connect, only to reappear behind Ezra. Lyra's spectral form flickered, her hands reaching out to restrain him, but Ezra's will flared in a burst of pure energy, shredding her form before she could make contact. He spun, his eyes blazing, finding Revan again.
"They will ALL die," Revan's voice echoed in Ezra's mind, a cold whisper of despair and futility. "Then You will be next, Ezra Darhk. Besr You run away."
Ezra: (His eyes narrowed.) Get out of my head!
Revan: I am the end of you, (he continued, the whisper growing louder, more insistent.) And everyone around you.
Ezra: No, (He snarled, his voice a low thrum of power. He focused his will, pushing back against the mental intrusion with a force that caused the very air around his head to shimmer.) I'll stop you. Here and now!
Revan's face flickered with a hint of surprise, his mental attack breaking against Ezra's sheer will. A single bead of sweat trickled down Revan's temple. He shook his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"Depraved spear..."
Suddenly, Lyra's form reappeared beside Revan, no longer spectral but now a swirling vortex of shimmering white and yellow light. She raised a hand, and the very light from the moon and stars above seemed to bend to her will, forming into a massive, jagged spear of pure energy. Anna's Light Elf magic.
With a flick of her wrist, she hurled the spear towards Ezra. It moved with the force of a comet, but Ezra, refusing to be distracted, met it with a direct blast of his optic blasts. The beam slammed into the spear, a head-on collision of unstoppable forces. For a moment, the two energies held in a violent, vibrating stalemate, a miniature star exploding between them. The optic blast pulverized the surrounding air, but the spear, an expression of raw magic and will, was relentless. It tore through the beam, a blinding projectile of incandescent fury, shrinking in size but not power. It nearly reached Ezra before a sudden explosion occurred. The impact was cataclysmic. A blinding flash of white light that consumed the space between them, and a shockwave of unimaginable force exploded outwards.
Ezra was blasted backward, but his feet, as if rooted to the ground, only slid an inch before planting firmly. His arms were raised to shield his eyes from the incredible brilliance of the blast. As the light faded, he looked forward, his crimson eyes narrowing, his gaze locked on Revan.
Ezra: What... was that? (He thought, having seen a seperate small beam from aside, hit both the spear and his optic blast.)
"Well... Looks like you owe me again, Ezra," a voice echoed from above.
Ezra's head snapped up. On a high branch of a gnarled tree, Silas Voight crouched, a faint smirk playing on his lips, next to him is the man with pale, scarred skin, unkempt ash-blonde hair, and cold blue eyes, Dimitri Heinrich.