Chapter 21: Have you forgotten who I am, brother-in-law?
Alexander sighed wearily. A grin stretched across his bloodied face as he slumped against the cold marble floor, his grip on the claymore loosening.
"So much for protecting that bastard's name," he chuckled, bitter and tired.
CLANG!
Fafnir's draconic hand wrapped around the hilt of Alexander's blade. With a low growl, he yanked it free, steel rasping against flesh and bone.
"Haah... haah... haa..."
Fafnir dropped to his knees. Though his breathing was ragged, the wounds across his chest began to seal slowly — sinew knitting, scales reforming.
"I won't miss your heart next time," Alexander muttered, his voice a fading whisper as the darkness finally took him.
Caelum rushed to his side, kneeling and cradling Alexander with his arm.
FWISH!
Small particles of green light sparkled to life, they flowed from the spellsword to Alexander.
The globules of light entered Alexander's body, coursing through his veins, attaching themselves to his broken bones and torn skin. The wounds closed slowly, not fully healed but not fatal.