Avshar's new cronies fell back under the assault of blades, but Avshar was more than a match for Char's assault. The sword bits darted towards Avshar like wasps, and then fell lifeless to the ground several at a time as Avshar chanted short phrases in whatever dark tongue he used for his magics. In short order, the air was clear and Char was alone with a stub of a sword surrounded by hostile men.

Avshar removed his veil so he could fix Char with a proper glare as his new followers frogmarched Zeon's former ruler before him. His face was that of a man who had continued aging for centuries without being allowed to die. The only part of that face that still had life was his eyes, which glowed with power. "I heard that thou would not bend knee before Emperor Menethil. But thou shalt bend knee before me, for I am the greater lord than any in this debased land, wretch."