"I can't. . . I can't let you! Not after all of this!!", Salamandor felt fear grip at his heart, "NO!"
Perhaps out of an extension of his own unwillingness, the stagehands began to storm the very field both Averoth and Wrock were currently fighting in!
Averoth and Wrock both swung their hands aside, a wave of flame and space manipulation crashing against the clones.
Both of them looked towards Salamandor, their voices intertwining as one, "Don't interfere!"
"As if!", Salamandor grit his teeth, "Not after all I've sacrificed to get to this point!"
More clones began to rush forward, throwing away their lives to interrupt the battles. Wrock's intensity was growing higher and higher, Salamandor could see it. However, as much as Averoth wanted to rise to the occasion, his body was dragging him lower by the moment.
It was his own fault! The mighty and unbeatable warrior Averoth was going to meet an untimely second end because of his inability! Salamandor could not accept that!
