"Well well well, look who we have here. Who can it be other than the traitorious abomination Kel."

Without any intention to reply. Kel muttered a curse lost to the world of mortal beings. In a blink of an eye, a sphere of pure darkness enveloped his adversary, exploding into a ball of flames. The blazing heat touched all surrounding flora, leaving the vicinty nothing but a patch of barren land.

As the flames continued to engulf with such intensity, a figure re-emerged from the ball of crimson. With a rise of a finger, all that is left in the surrounding moisture convoked, conjured to satisfy one purpose. Within split seconds what Kel sought to have destroyed Dogrim dissipated into thin air.

"That cannot be" Kel thought.
"My turn" Dogrim gave out a silent and sinisterly smile.....