Book Seven: Chapter 195

The other knight was almost to her feet. Cyrus swapped the rod for the wand and sent a wave of compressed air in her direction. Unlike her counterpart, she used her blade to block the attack, which sent her across the icy floor like a giant hockey puck. He brought up his sword in time to block the next attack, but the impact was hard enough that his whole arm went numb.

“Give up, old man!” The knight pressed his weight into Cyrus, forcing the old man down to his knees. Cyrus jammed the ice rod against the knight’s hand and poured mana into it, freezing the man’s hand so quickly that the skin peeled from his knuckles. The knight withdrew, leaping back and taking a defensive stance. When one of the mages nearby groaned, the knight moved to stand over her.

“It’s a battle of attrition.” The knight knelt and helped the mage to her feet. The other two mages were also rising now, their eyes fixed on Cyrus as they readied their wands. “There’s only one of you, Cyrus. Give up.”