"I don't need you to penetrate their defenses. I just need a distraction. Chaos." Garrett said. The Pyromancer stared at him unwaveringly, thinking it through.
"Your armies could simply lob your signature firebombs at the walls. It may not do anything to the city on its face, but it most certainly will do something." Now he waited, hoping he was getting through.
At length, the mage spoke. "Why should I believe this will work? Especially: Why should I trust you will do this?" His voice was dripping with disdain. Why did he even allow this man in his presence?
"Because I want Alandarr to fall just as much as you do, if not more so." Garrett said honestly.
"And how could I trust you can even overcome Alandarr?" the pyromancer asked.
"Summon something. I will prove my worth."
The mage put his hand to his head, as if in deep thought, but the slight movement of his mouth indicated a spell being cast.
Garrett knew this man had no love for him. But he was counting on the pyromancer's greater lack of love for Nairdayn and its current Knight-Commander to pull through. However, he wasn't certain of the extent of the man's rage and hoped silently that nothing truly overwhelming was summoned.
After a few moments more, a massive rift opened in the large room, not truly igniting but becoming aflame nonetheless. The fires grew and swirled and a vaguely humanoid form began to emerge. It was that of a massive ebony-skin demon, with hair, horns, claws, and a whip of fire. It had back-jointed legs, ending in large goat-like hooves. It wore pitch-black armor that had red accents that seemed as if they themselves were made of solid fire. It growled menacingly, brandishing its whip.
Despite himself, Garret laughed aloud. The demon snapped its whip forward with almost blinding speed. But Garrett had long been expecting it, and had a small shield just barely larger than a buckler strapped to his forearm and at the ready. The whip cracked against the metal, leaving ashy scorchmarks.
Garrett would have acted, but the demon already was striking again. Garrett moved his shield, but the demon flicked its wrist, moving his whip in an arc that normal physics shouldn't have allowed for. It could have caused serious damage against Garrett, but he had a spell that almost habit at the ready, and he faded slightly, the whip passing right through him.
Then he was solid again, and he extended his hand. Glowing white runes encircled the demon's wrists, bending them back behind the thing's back. It roared in rage even as it was forced to its knees. Garrett approached, chanting out a spell he had learned from a mage from Mirrodin. Vensin, or something. It was years ago, he couldn't be sure.
He extended his arm, laying his hand upon the demon's chest. It in a puff of fire and light, the demon was gone, thrown across the æther into the Blind Eternities. The thing was torn into the very substance of nonexistence the moment it entered the madness, but it was gone.
Garrett turned towards the emperor, bowing with an extravagant flourish.
"Where did you send my demon?" the king asked, leaning forward.
"The Blind Eternities." Garrett stated simply. He knew the man before him was a fellow Walker, but he also knew that few others did, and that the pyromancer didn't know Garret knew or was. Mentioning the Eternities carried a specific weight he knew would get his point across.
The ruler leaned back in his throne, pondering for a while.
"Very well," he said finally. "I will send my forces to attack Nairdayn in a tenday. You will complete your task then."
"Thank you," Garrett said. He turned and walked away, the palace guards not standing even close to being in his way as he left the castle.
"Do not fail me, former Knight-Commander!" the Pyromancer called as he left, the last thing Garrett heard from within the palace.
