Douxie: Hey what’s the date?
Jim: The third
Douxie: No i mean like year and month to…
Jim: Dude….
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Douxie clenched his teeth as he took a few steps back, bumping into Jim, the two teens now back to back as they were being surrounded. Jim hefted Daylight in his hands, fingers gripping the hilt more tightly. Douxie clenched his shaking hands into fists, runes clicking into place on his bracelet.
"What now?" He asked the Trollhunter, still feeling the trickle of blood down his leg from where the arrow had been earlier.
Jim glanced at the wizard, an expression passing over his face that Douxie couldn't quite name. The half-troll looked back at the nearing enemies and he glared at them, holding Daylight up more. "We stand and fight and we win. Or we die trying."
Douxie let a snarky smirk come to his face, looking at the crowd of troll soldiers stalking towards them. "If I'm going to die tonight, I'm glad I died fighting by your side, Jim."
Jim chuckled, free arm reaching to gently but firmly grab Douxie's bicep. "The feeling is mutual, Doux." The brothers clasped hands tightly, ready to face their doom together. "Not Trollhunter!" Jim shouted, raising his sword in the air.
"Trollhunters!" Douxie finished with a mad grin before releasing a blast of magic into the ground.
Curling tendrils of blue magic quickly wove in and out of the ground, shooting out of the dirt like cursed roots, wrapping around the trolls and dragging them to the ground, trapping them in place.
The ones who were lucky enough to not be targeted by the spell were quick to start running towards the two, hell bent on destroying the last pieces of Merlin's legacy. The great wizard's accursed Trollhunter, and his successor and son.
Jim swung Daylight in a wide arc, cutting down the ones who got too close. He kept a tight grip on Douxie's right hand, more so as a comfort to make sure he was okay.
Douxie felt nausea creeping in and was beginning to feel lightheaded from the blood loss. He staggered a bit as he released another spell. This was taking too much out of him.
The wizard quickly shook himself off and dove deep into his magic reserves, ready to pull off one more stunt. "Per gratiam diei da mihi fortitudinem!" He yelled, raising his left hand in the air, feeling the tingling heat of his magic crawling down his arm and pooling into his hands. He felt a stiff, hot breeze blow into the cavern, his hair being blown this way and that, beginning to float listlessly around his face. Douxie felt his strength waning so he quickly turned his body, facing the same direction as Jim, hand reaching out towards Daylight's blade. "Lamina lucis fortis et vera, plena potentia ad te voco!"
Jim had no time to ask questions as Daylight began to glow even stronger and brighter than before. He could feel the power of the day, of the sun being poured into the blade itself. With a triumphant laugh he held it with two hands and leapt forward, blasting back enemy after enemy with nearly no effort at all.
In no time at all, Jim had all their enemies turned to stone, or running back to their master. He looked back at Douxie with a grin only for the triumph of the moment to fall away as his brother collapsed on the ground.
Jim dropped Daylight, running to his side. He quickly brought Douxie's limp body into his arms, breath catching in his throat when he saw just how pale the wizard was. Blood was trickling from his mouth and nose, eyes still glowing under his closed lids. Fading pulses of blue magic burned under his skin, accentuating his veins in an unnatural way. Jim did not deem this to be what a healthy wizard looked like.
"For the love of Deya what did you do?" Jim said under his breath, fear and panic creeping in. "Hisirdoux Casperan, you better make it or I will kill you."
He, of course, got no response from the unconscious teen. Jim wasn't even sure if he could chance moving him. He was in such rough shape.
"Come on Doux," he whispered, gently scooping the young wizard up in his arms. "Dont die on me. Not now."
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