The warrior’s hands, gloved in fine leather, flex over the jeweled hilts of the rapiers on his belt. Veins of gold snake up from his fingers, along his arms, shoulders, and neck—the magic visible through his sleeves and jerkin. This phantasmal filigree ends at his temples, flushing his eyes with power. They beam like molten stars captured in flesh. With incredible speed, he unsheathes the swords and hurtles toward his mark. His movements are a mystifying flurry of ducks, weaves, and dodges; his blades, flickering tongues of steel vying for purchase.