Humbungala
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Irelius was pushed backwards by the force of Malitiasicarious' lighting tendrils. The pain seared through his whole body. He saw a paralysis spell heading towards him and Irelius summoned a ward to block it. Irelius blocked it, but his ward broke. He looked up at the dragon born, his eyes filled with anger and determination. I will not give up. I will keep fighting. For the others. For skyrim.
Irelius waved his hands around him, preparing his frostfire spikes. He shot his first one at Mal, then his second. Irelius kept firing his frostfire spikes in Mal's direction. After a few he took a few seconds to conjure a large fireball and launched at the dragonborn. A group of blades were running towards Irelius on his right. "IIZ SLEN NUS!" Upon saying the words of power, the group of blades froze solid and fell to the ground. Irelius ran towards Anya and Roggvar. "Leave? We have Mal right here. There's four of us (remy?) and one of him. I can get immobilize the blades while the rest go for the kill. We can do this. I know we can. If we die at least we died trying to achieve our goal instead of died trying to run away." More blades were closing in. Irelius turned around and froze the few blades' feet to the ground with a frost spell. He then conjured an ice spike and pierced through the first, then the second, then the third Blade's chest. Irelius ran out of patience, and anger began to fill his head. "Are you going to fight, or run like cowards?!"
Irelius waved his hands around him, preparing his frostfire spikes. He shot his first one at Mal, then his second. Irelius kept firing his frostfire spikes in Mal's direction. After a few he took a few seconds to conjure a large fireball and launched at the dragonborn. A group of blades were running towards Irelius on his right. "IIZ SLEN NUS!" Upon saying the words of power, the group of blades froze solid and fell to the ground. Irelius ran towards Anya and Roggvar. "Leave? We have Mal right here. There's four of us (remy?) and one of him. I can get immobilize the blades while the rest go for the kill. We can do this. I know we can. If we die at least we died trying to achieve our goal instead of died trying to run away." More blades were closing in. Irelius turned around and froze the few blades' feet to the ground with a frost spell. He then conjured an ice spike and pierced through the first, then the second, then the third Blade's chest. Irelius ran out of patience, and anger began to fill his head. "Are you going to fight, or run like cowards?!"