The pain that flooded Astarion's mind was overwhelming, so fierce and consuming that for an instant, the Voroe Lord nearly blacked out. Yet even as his vision blurred, the ancient being refused to yield. Grinding his jagged teeth, Astarion twisted his colossal frame with a roar, swinging one obsidian-clad arm backward.
The blow connected.
Vlad was hurled through the air, his body streaking like a comet across the darkened sky. But Astarion had no time to rest. The moment he struck Vlad away, the Faelara Prince was already upon him.
Akai descended from above in a storm of fire and lightning, his halberd blazing with energy so concentrated that it warped the air around it. The weapon screamed as it fell, cutting through the storm clouds and striking down with divine wrath.
