Feldard shook his head trying to clear the last of the spell from his mind. Damn Dentiata..try to enchant him, would he?! That in itself was justification enough to kill the mage where he stood. Never mind the admission of preparing for the Dread Night and ruling the world.
With a bellow of rage, the dwarf closed the distance between the two and swung back his battle axe and in a mighty swing. He would cleave this evil mage down just as he had the last—with sheer brute strength.
Dentiata was caught off guard. Twice now this dwarf had resisted his powerful dark magic! But there was no time to ponder, for the dwarf was already upon him! The mage cursed. He should have unleashed the full power of his magic while he had the chance. Now this pesky dwarf was too close to target him with the wand or his dreaded darkning bolt. As Thaddigren prepared for melee combat, he hoped his magical enchantments would be enough to enable him to overcome this annoying creature, but his confidence was beginning to fade. He had time to cast one last spell before Feldard could reach him.
Before Feldard’s eyes, the mage split into five different versions of himself. As the dwarven warrior brought his axe down into one of the Dentiata’s, the mage vaporized into nothingness. He now found himself surrounded by a total four Dentiata’s. The multiple mages seemed to flicker in and out of existence and moved through one another. There was seemingly no way to tell with one was the real Thaddigren Dentiata and which were the figments.
In unison, they drew their daggers and attempted to strike at the dwarf.