This excerpt from Legends of Windemere: Warlord of the Forgotten Age comes really close to spoiler territory. Have to wonder what comes next since it doesn’t cross that line. Enjoy!
“Retreat with the others!” Dariana shouts, diving into her father’s path. She catches his curved sword between her hands and snaps the blade with a simple twist. “The crests need to be destroyed or turned off to give us a chance. I can sense Luke doing something on the other side of the city, so go to him. If not that then find a place to hide. Only I have the strength to hold my father back right now. The rest of you need to stay alive until the dome is down and you can access your full power.”
“We fight together,” Nyx coughs before she nearly passes out. Touching her chin, she finds that she is spitting up blood that is seeping into her lungs. “I still have my magic. This isn’t the time to let a little internal bleeding slow me down.”
Timoran sprints by and grabs Nyx to carry her away, his great axe swinging behind him to deflect a club thrown by the Baron. “I have her, my friend. Good luck.”
Stepping away from her father, Dariana shields her friends’ escape from his mind and forces his attention to her clenched fists. Releasing her full power, the telepath’s hair changes from silver to black and her eyes become sapphire orbs. The two immortals circle each other, their movements gradually carrying them towards a nearby marketplace. Once they are among the abandoned stalls and crates, the Baron summons a longsword and lunges at his daughter. Dariana easily sidesteps the weapon and shatters it with a palm strike, her father already conjuring another in his other hand. When she attempts to break the second blade, the glass shield appears to stop her fist and leaves her open to a slash across the belly. Annoyed by her own mistake, the telepath grabs the sharp disc and kicks high to deflect the next sword strike. With her hands bleeding from the deep wounds, she rips the buckler off the warlord’s gauntlet and swings it to cut him across the face. The ugly gash runs under his nose and seeps blood into his mouth, which forces him to back away and heal.
As soon as the Baron looks away, he loses track of Dariana and slowly turns in preparation of her next attack. An elbow comes from his right and he creates a staff to block, the wood splintering from the strike. Materializing as she continues her assault, the telepath drives her father further into the marketplace. Every attack is stopped by a weapon that is broken by her incredible strength, but both combatants can see that her powers are dwindling. Hoping to cripple her father, she attempts a faint with her foot and turns it into a spinning kick that connects with the Baron’s shoulder. It sends him crashing into a small building, which he picks up with one hand and smashes on top of his daughter’s head. Dariana bursts out of the wreckage feet first to deliver a knee strike to the other immortal’s chest, which dents his armor. The man stumbles back and coughs up a fleck of bone, but he lurches forward to slam his fist into the ground and send the champion flying back from the explosive force. She leaves furrows in the street before hitting a building at the far end of the marketplace and slumping to her knees.
Catching sight of her reflection, Dariana notices that some of her hair is turning back to silver and her eyes are nearly white again. Hoping to give her friends more time to get away and bring down the dome, she turns off her pain receptors and unlocks the last bit of power she always keeps restrained out of fear of going too far. The telepath charges the Baron, her speed and momentum creating a powerful gale that hurls stalls and carts down the street. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she throws a punch at her father’s head, but ends up running by him with no resistance. Looking at her side, Dariana finds nothing more than a stump where her arm used to be. Refusing to give up, she pivots and tries for a kick that misses when the Baron calmly leans away. His crystalline sword lashing out to sever Dariana’s other arm, the limb bursting into silver flames to prevent her from reattaching it.
“I wish there was another way, but you refused to stop,” the Baron whispers as his daughter returns to her normal state.