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"VINOH!"

Seeing Vinoh collapse to the floor Kentelos moves in front of his fallen form and looks back at his attackers. Baffled that his spell did nothing, and feeling all is lost Kentelos summons all his last magical strength for one final fiery blast, that if it does nothing else at least knocks there attackers off their feet. Feeling the heat swell in his body, as well as his blood running down his leg. Kentelos closes his eyes and imagines being home, his real home, not the home he was born into. Seeing the proud face of Father Sheldren as he passed the first test to begin training, the proud faces of all the monks at his quick progression and natural ability. Feeling the heat and energy focus to his outstretched hands. As all of his magical powers converge into two points he feels he can no longer hold onto it and releases the white hot flames at his attackers, saddened as the power drains from his body. Praying to some god that he will not die this day.

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