The Tuatha De Cycle: The Spear of Assal

[Rowan Finnegan]

Gobain
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Gobain shook his head as the thunderclap cleared the room. The stress of captivity had taken a toll on his body and mind, but the on-going battle had been enough to pump the blood and get his mind working in the right direction. Despite his attempts, the Light would not come to him. He was too weakened to wield it. With a groan, he shoved up and stood uneasily on his own two feet as the fog swirled around him.
 
Collars. There were countless collars strewn about their feet. If he could not embrace the Light, the collars would be the only weapon in which to fight back. With the fog that now permeated the room, it would be a simple thing to incapacitate the guards – so long as he could collar them without notice.

Despite his own revulsion, Gobain bent down and began to fumble about for the discarded collars. He recovered several of them as the fight raged around him. A thud sounded off to his right as the Bard hooted in triumph. Gobain involuntarily jumped at the noises. He took a deep breath once he realized what had happened – searching for the Void within himself.

It seemed a firefight was happening all around him as he breathed in and out. In and out. In. And out.

The Void came and all emotion drained away from Gobain.

It was as if an invisible web had sprung up from Gobain – latching out to every breathing creature in the room. He felt all of them – knew all of them; the guards off to the right as they tried to capture the Bard, Lugh and the High Prince, to the left, dancing to and fro with blades bared.

The guards would have to be taken care of first and foremost. They clearly lacked originality – their moves being repetitive and clean; Abcan, on the other hand, seemed to be toying with the other three. He wove bolts of ice and fire along with the iron bolts fired from his crossbow – but they never really struck home. The guards, by contrast, seemed to be a mess of blisters, bruises, and frostbite.

Gobain moved silently through the fog, three collars in hand.