#sorcadin

His magic has been depleted. A giant tidal wave of energy destroyed the majority of the monster horde, but the few that remain corner him against an old oak tree.

He has barely enough strength to keep hold of his staff. Magic takes energy, and he has single handedly wiped out at least thirty of the foul beasts. They lay in a ring around his feet, like some misplaced demonic ritual.

When he believes all is lost, he hears it.

The unmistakeable sound of a horse running.

And the unmistakeable sight of a knight, bursting into the clearing, his silver armour shining and adjourned with blue cloth. His sword angled with admirable strength and dexterity. Before William has a chance to determine whether this is a mirage from his delirious state, the knight has cut every remaining monster into ribbons. They thud to the floor, one by one, and the clearing is filled with silence as William can only stare in awe at the knight above him.

A literal knight in shining armour. What kind of powerful, composed, and collected man stood before him? To be able to destroy such a threat in such a quick manner?

The silence stretches for a moment, before the man sheaths his sword and pulls off his helmet, revealing a somewhat angular and lanky face wearing a massive grin. He swings off from the horse, and immediately almost trips and falls flat on his face. Almost.

"Was that your magic? That was- that was incredible, I've never met a real life sorcerer- not one so powerful!"

William is so baffled he can only stand there and stare. Before he can think up any words, another knight has joined them in the clearing. His visor is raised, and he is fixing the first knight with an unimpressed expression.

The first knight turns to him, eyes wide, flailing his arms about in excitement. William winces and ducks.

"Sir Lucas! This man! He destroyed this horde all by himself! He's a sorcerer!"

Sir Lucas sends William an apologetic look. "Right." He replies slowly, turning back to this friend.

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