120 The Battle At The Temple

Gavadiol gripped his weapons and marched back into the hidden room. The sorcerer was just getting out of the water with his back to him when he entered at the door. “Well Nordveka,” he said quietly. “I guess it's just us now.” The man whirled around suddenly with a blast of purple from his wand! He had managed to retrieve it. Gavadiol barely managed to block it. “Ah, I see you're getting good with magic now right boy!” Nordveka snarled and began to haul hex after hex at the king. But Gavadiol blocked them all again and again and again, very glad he had taken the spells’ study very seriously. Laughing like a maniac, the sorcerer doubled down and took it up another level. Gavadiol could barely breathe, let alone find the space to launch an attack. Now, as he watched the enraged old man flick his wand this way and that, his long hair streaming behind him like a halo, he finally understood why Nordveka was so feared. If this was how he operated with all his powers gone, Gavadiol kn