Astra grit her teeth bracing against the building energy the kind had formed into a swirling cyclone pushing back against it harder, he was stronger,  all the malevolent magic feeding him it was no wonder he was capable of so much destruction,  hilt held firm palm against the flat of the blade she felt her body being pushed back by sheer force She could just see the mage edging towards the vally,  part of her feared he planed to currupt the magic but something deep inside, she couldn't quiet explaine assured her so instead she focused on keeping the kings mind on her even as enegery cracked snapping across her flesh drawing freash blood and searing her flesh.<br/><br/>"H-ha If this is all you can conjure you old goat your no longer worthy to be called a king!" she taunted back