Guts leaps forward towards the two shadowy figures, bracing himself for a horizontal swing as the spell begins to wear thin. Dragonslayer hums in the air, the vibrations of the massive sword singing with the force of its movement.

By the time the slab slashes across them, the two sisters appear to vanish in a cloud of crow feathers, laughing all the while. His blade hits nothing, showered in the smokescreen of feathers.

What?!

He twists the Dragonslayer to use its broad side as a shield, blocking the incoming kusarigama blade launched at full speed. The twin katanas narrowly graze his jagged gorget from the darkness, creating a shower of bright sparks illuminating the second sister. Their swords clash briefly, a vicious storm of blades, before the sister rushes past him into the smoke.

He hears the rattling of the kusarigama behind him, and turns to see the first sister circling to Raistlin’s side. Framed by the flames, animated by the bloodrush of the battle, the swordsman looked nearly as monstrous as they did. A guttural snarl escapes him as he moves to intercept the attack, slamming that claw into the ground with a blow from his iron fist.

As much as he can dance around the mage, he wasn’t getting anywhere in landing hits. That wild eye of his darts back to meet Raistlin’s.

“We’re too exposed - let’s go.”