The market

[Maero]

The sword moved as though it were cutting through water, beautifully slicing dark flesh and obsidian bones as though nothing were in the way at all. And then the magnificent blade struck and continued to cut until a deep trench was left in it wake. Mickal screamed, both halves of him, as his essence was brought to bear and sucked up by Alex's tendrils, and all the magic became his, and he alone stood there now, before all in glorious darkness...

Rejoice...in Victory...