Bored like a lion.

It was just like a song in his ears that beat with the rhythm of his heart.

The lunged.
He darted.
They swung.
He slipped.
They punched.
He twirled.

One right after another. As soon as Stelon frantically climbed the stairs like Cinderella, another guard had threatened him. Seryale started this dance by annoying all of them. He said insults, chuckled offensive jokes and poked remarks at every one of them. He just stood there with his arms folded, smiling, enjoying their expressions. He taught Miraye this as well. It made the battle even more challenging sometimes and fun. Bully first; get them to respond and kill. That’s how it went and that’s how the two fought. They would be synchronized after enduring training and rewards of innocent kisses.

Seryale was slipping back into the past as he kept talking and talking without even noticing it. That’s when the second guard flew, hollering at the sorcerer to shut up. He held a machete as big as his muscled arm and was ready to strike when Seryale stopped talking and looked at him. The guard froze in mid air, dumbfounded and trying to run. The sorcerer swung out his arm and the guard fell back and toppled the guards behind him.

“I find it incredibly RUDE when I’m interrupted while I share my thoughts!” he yelled and he waved his arm above his head and gashed it in the air. The guards were swept with a gush of violent wind and some of them hit the cells behind them. The prisoners clambered into the farthest corners of their jails. Seryale cracked his knuckles and rolled around his head, his neck making the same cracking noise. He unknotted his cloak and threw it behind him revealing his black clothes. They were still robes nonetheless, by his cloak would have gotten in the way if a fight emerged.

The guards looked at each other and they all stood up, thrusting at him with their weapons. Seryale licked his lips and turned his back at them, holding out both his palms, encircling his arms into one. He raised them over his head and an orange light erupted from his nails. He turned around and had long sharp nails that flickered like flames. He ran towards them and roared, slashing his hands at them; Deep cuts were made on their skin through their armor. They cried in pain and blood gushed profusely. Staggering, they ran again, in anger with their weapons near his arms.

Seryale clapped his hands together and the nails submerged between his palms and formed into a sword. Right when a spiked boulder was about to hit his face, he blocked it with the sword and it cut in half. He quickly moved his arms and struck the artificial blade into the neck of the guard. He fell and Seryale jumped over him, kicking the one behind him and giving him the same fate as his colleague. Seryale spun and landed on one of his arms while he kicked two more. He lunged at them again and drove them to their deaths while the blood rained on him.

“This is getting boring, gentlemen!” He exclaimed and heeled back to his feet and the sword disappeared. “What’s next? I used claws and a sword.” He looked around at them. “Oh yes. That.”

The orange light came back again and assembled into razor stars. The guards kept moving and he jumped above them, throwing his arms out and the weapons soared and landed between their eyes and necks. Once that set was done, he stepped back on the floor and saw another batch of angry guards coming towards him. Seryale rolled his eyes. “Honestly, now, I don’t have all day!”

He looked to the ceiling and cried the name of Stryphus that it echoed through the hull dungeon. Another light took him, this one blinding white. The guards shielded their eyes and when they opened them up again, the light dimmed slightly. But out came a massive claw and a massive dragon appeared before their eyes. Slowly it climbed out of the white portal, growling and gnashing its sharp teeth, smoke fuming from its nostrils. The eyes were of Seryale’s, its left socket was closed and the same recognizable blue markings around its eyes made them know it was the same sorcerer. For what seemed an eternity, they stared at each other, the deep gray jewels of its eyes showing them of what awaited them in the after life. And then, after the slow seconds went, it opened its jaws and blue fire flooded the halls while they screamed in unison.

Seryale blinked and returned back to his normal form as the white glow faded. He shook his head. The burnt corpses lay before him; their mouths wide open in terror. “It just had to be done.”

And with that, he turned and sprinted up the stairs.