It wasn't just him; the other Wizards were also fleeing.
Or rather, they had been fleeing all along.
Without the dark purple energy to secure their victory, the surviving Wizards scattered and fled like a startled murder of crows.
The Warrior gave them no chance.
His spine bulged as a pair of massive eagle wings burst from his shoulder blades, their membranes burning with a Crimson glow.
With a single flap of his wings, he caught up to the young Wizard at the rear in the blink of an eye. An eagle's talon shot out and seized his head.
"Didn't you say," the Warrior's voice was hoarse and low, "that withered bones are useless?"
The young Wizard's pupils contracted violently, his lips trembling...
"Now, I will use these withered bones of mine to kill you."
The talon tightened.
The young Wizard's skull was crushed. Brains and blood burst from between the Warrior's fingers, splattering across his scales.
