Valius jumped to avoid the flying earth and found himself back-to-back with Clare. They looked at each other and they both knew, everyone's getting exhausted, and Kiana's running out of majicka. Clare spoke up, "Well, now Mr. Drunken Pervert. It seems I was right about your daggers there. Those are Dio and Provas, the light daggers. You probably no doubt know mine are Arwyn and Ilyan, the constitution knives. Your daggers become swords of light, mine grant temporary god-speed for 5 seconds before taking up all your body's energy. So, your predecessors tell you about the legend on how these things work as one?" Valius nodded, "Yea, but I heard there's a bad omen to using it." Clare chuckled, "Well, it's time to see if that part is true or not." The two of them crossed their weapons with the other person's instead of their own while standing back-to-back. They both recited the ancient incantations on their weapons and the weapons came aglow. Blades of light extended both their weapons and they moved with great speed as if in a blur. In 5 seconds, the 20 of the pursuers were cut to bits. The light vanished and they stood back the way the were. Valius chuckled, "Well, I don't feel the least bit tired. Maybe that bad omen was just..." He stopped in mid-sentence as he turned and saw Clare limp on the ground. He picked her up after kneeling beside her. She opened her eyes weakly and looked up at him. "Now please tell me you're not going to rape me." she chuckled at bit and start to gasp for air. "I'm sorry, but I lied. The cost is that it drains all the energy from both users, incapacitating them for exactly 1 day. We're not out of the woods yet, and there might be more of the remnants as we exit. When I recited the incantation and added a little extra to it. Aym het tsoc eb niem. 'May the cost be mine'. It has taken more than just my energy, it's taken my life-energy as well. I have only one regret. Those 20 guilders you dropped after I knocked Darius' bag. Now, leave..." Clare closed her eyes for the last time and breathed her last. The knives glowed and floated from her hands and hovered over her. Slowly, it turned to dust and blew away in the wind. Valius muttered softly, more to himself than the others. "When there is no one deserving of my strength. The power of gods shall be returned hence. Never again will two be one. Lest the line of light be done."