The inquisitor shot King Vorinth a glare. "You mistake caution for fear. Your arrogance is unfounded."
The two mages spoke so cavalier it was difficult to believe they were just a few feet from the edges of Fyren's blade. But the four seventh-level inquisitors were more than just fodder. They moved in perfect harmony, utilizing their numbers to offset the difference in strength and speed. Every clash of their swords released shockwaves that buffeted my wards, but Fyren's blade couldn't penetrate their teamwork.
"Now then, if your servant's occupied, that just leaves you," Vorinth said, shifting his gaze to me. "I'd ask you to surrender, but that would take all the pleasure out of this. And please me, you will."
