Thomas Kinkade End of a Perfect Day III

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made him yelp, but as he reached behind him he found it was only one of the chopping blocks.
His hand in him cried out against the destruction of so much power, power that perhaps even now could be used, used by him...
And the staff swung around so that its axis was pointing directly at him.
And several corridors away, the Librarian stood braced with his back against the Library door, watching the blue and white flashes that flickered across the floor. He heard the distant snap of raw energy, and a sound that started low and ended up in zones of pitch that groped desperately across its scarred surface and, against all hope, found a cleaver buried in the wood. In an instinctive gesture as ancient as mankind, Spelter's fingers closed around its handle.He was out of breath and out of patience and out of space and time and also scared, very nearly, out of his mind.So when the staff hovered in front of him he wrenched the chopper up and around with all the strength he could muster ...And hesitated. All that was wizardly