Moses stepped back without a word, folded his arms, and gave him the floor. That was the deal.
He didn't wait for her to finish turning. He went.
Frost sprayed off his heels as he crossed the basin in a heartbeat, straight for the weeping gash Sunder had torn down her flank, and he poured everything he had into the opening cut [Morgain's Final Crescent]. Maledicta swept up and over into an inverted crescent of black light, all his mana riding the edge, and the strike hammered into the raw crystal of her side and sank.
She lurched. Light bled from the wound where his blade bit and refused to let it close, her own mana choked off inside her by the Core Tear, and for one bright instant he let himself think he'd started something.
Then she moved, and he remembered exactly what he was fighting.
