The Corpulant Wizard: Battle in the Pines

Like fire, an arrow punched through a section of his mail and burned him. The archer! He had forgotten the archer! Was he so weary that he couldn’t think properly? Zander threw aside the overwhelming feeling to pass out and wildly charged the arrow flinger. It was hard to tell which was beast and which was man. The archer calmly drew another arrow and notched it. As he pulled it back the wooden bow creaked. The glowing sword was humming now and it was as bright as the sun. Aiming into the light the Omp’kor loosed his arrow. Zander screamed, his sword hummed and the Omp’kor fell. "CHEEEEE!" The beast never heard the singing of the sword.
Injured, bloody and out of breath, he staggered slowly back to Jayzen. He passed by the two flopping Omp’kor. At first he tried to look away imagining the beasts bleeding to death. But he had always possessed mercy. Why should he though? Why should those nasty hate-filled creatures be granted a quick end? He turned to face the floundering Omp’kor and imagined what it would be like if he were in that state. The Omp’kor probably would just kill him immeadiatly so they could eat the muscle from his bones. Then again, they might simply start to eat him while he still lived. It really made no difference to a ravenous Omp’kor. But Zander was not like them. He knew in spite of everything that sometimes you just have to be the better man, beast--whatever. Even if somebody or something would treat him foul he simply must do what was right in spite of any personal feelings. At that pause the sword sang twice beheading them both. The glow of the two-handed weapon was so bright it was unbearable to look upon.
Finally making it through all the blood, bodies and dirt he stretched his arms before the Daygull. "Daygull? You seem ill. What have you been eating?" Zander asked.
The Daygull rolled his eyes. "Humorous, my lord, but the magic is undoing," Jayzen noted, studying the large Omp’kor. The Chieftain’s color was returning and beads of water trickled downward. Soon he would be free from the Daygull’s breath.
"Do not fret, my friend. The last thing he’ll remember is that chill you brought upon his soul." Fully charged from the battle, Zander pointed his radiant sword at the Chieftain. He chanted, "Bornada Malkan!" Instantly, a spectacular beam of light discharged from his blade’s tip and crashed harshly into the Chieftain. The frozen body began to pop and crack as soft swirling lights started to corkscrew around it. The Chieftain had thawed just enough to blink his eyes and he was aware. No longer soft, the swirling lights became blinding and spun unimaginably fast as it enveloped the evil Omp’kor. The entire scene surged with a hiss and was climatically building. Boom! A terrible sound rolled though the pines as the Chieftain exploded. Chunks of the beast, large and small, were thrown sporadically everywhere. Each piece was charcoaled thoroughly and their smoke trails lingered. When the smoke had cleared, Zander’s sword was no longer glowing.
"My lord," Jayzen spoke in awe.
"Yes?"
"Now that was something."