*With a florish George conjured a spear of light and knocked the daggers askew* "I said not to count me out yet." *George pulled one last dagger and set the tip to a red hot, ran it along the cut to seal it and tossed it aside* "Much better." *George rushes forward again. But the light radiated from the spear flashed off the surfaces of the daggers making his movements seem jerky and making it hard for Swift to get a good fix on him* *George thrusts the spear full force at Swift*