Chapter ONE - Weebly

But before Ethan could get to his feet, or even catch
his breath, the other tough kicked him in the side, in the
same spot where Nigel and his friends had broken his
rib a few days before. Ethan retched. A second kick to
the head addled him. He saw the man lift his blade, and
knew that he wouldn’t have the strength to block the
blow.
“Discuti,” he said quickly. “Ex cruore evocatum.”
Shatter, conjured from blood.
The ground pulsated. There was a terrible crackling
sound, as if someone had stepped on dried leaves or
brittle wood, and the man looming over Ethan
collapsed, screaming in agony.
Ethan rolled onto his knees. Blood still flowed from
the other man’s nose, though Ethan’s spell had wiped
away much of it. He eyed Ethan, clearly terrified, and
backed away from him toward the fire, which was
dying down again.
“Ignis!” Ethan said. “Ex cruore evocatus!” Fire,
conjured from blood!
Again the blood vanished from the man’s face. At
the same time, the flames leaped higher than they had