Yoozepode sent a wave of fire in the direction that he had last seen the hunters. He only hit two of them making them visible. The next thing Yoozepode knew, his hand was raised high in the sky, sending two strong bolts of lightning at the figures, striking them down.
An axe and a staff hit the the ground as the two warriors lay there dead. The dead mage's magic wore off and made the other three hunters visible.
One was to quick for Yoozepode, striking down on his side, cutting deeply. But this did not stop the young warrior.
He pulled the sword out of his side and used it with his other blade to stab the attacker several times in the heart and neck. The other remaining two fled, knowing there chances not too good.
Yoozepode stabbed both blades in the ground and lay down, prepared to die from his wound. He knew light would not save him this time. He was in a dark place, a very dark place where no light existed...
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