Raising his head from the pleasure of the kiss he had forced upon the golden-haired Fey he held like a treasure, Uxvagchtr shrieked in anger and unexpected pain as a jagged bolt of clear, bright Light penetrated the glimmering crimson of his dark magic. Like an energetic discharge of lightening, the streak of brilliant light was drawn to the powerful headdress he wore and danced across its metal and crystalline intricacies, arcing between his six horns and sending out a shower of sparkling effervescence. Infuriated, he flung Evondair to the ground, pressing him into the snow beneath one foot as he turned to seek out the impertinent wielder of the bright magic assailing him.
As he turned, a vicious onslaught of weapons rained down at him.
Hurtling at him from every conceivable direction,
