(amos' charge is unstoppable now by either doppelganger locked in two-versus-one combat against voryn, stressed and heaving breaths as the toll on his stamina grows larger. fatigued, it makes his attacks more difficult to land, which places him in great danger, but there is luck on their side as well as a dogged refusal to lie down and die.

the frame of the last mirrors of a particularly long column in the centre of the room snap under the storm amos brings them. all at once, with chilling, alien screams, the doppelgangers shatter with them, and voryn staggers backward from the pieces.)

It's done, human, (he calls, resting on one knee to search within for his magicka reserves. they aren't gone, but he has drawn on them extensively, leaving him frustrated with his rationing.

if whatever force brought them here didn't see fit to restrain his abilities, this room might've been a sea of flame and steam. amos' gravity spell was novel, though, and thinking of it reminds him that he is not yet alone in the maze.)

Where have you rampaged if not clear through the castle walls? I wish to tell you that this was a job well done!