There were no words to follow up with. At this point and like always, Tel'reoth would act in remorselessness. All that mattered now was the blade. He stood ground, tracking the movements of Gaius. Being threatened to be killed meant very little to him; not as much as life might have meant to his enemy. The shade observed the all too familiar bursts of energy emitting from his shining fingertips. If a cocky smirk could be made, which of these deviants would wear it? The golden God, or the ravished darkness?
The bolts of electricity came zapping towards Tel'reoth, though his hiding arm began to slide closer into view with a glance of his hand gripped, however there was no sight or evidence of what was being held behind his cloaked back. Little time now would be wasted. His arm arm finally whipped out forward, flinging a crude silver hand-axe at the angle that his arm could extend furthest out to. This gave the axe a wide throw, moving it in the long right direction towards the far bolt of energy which at this point must have reached the halfway point by now. The axe flew with a glisten of shimmering lights as if reflecting rays that peaked through the branches of the palm trees. It spiraled loudly with whirs of hate through the colt, dissipating the blast and continuing to Gaius.
That left three bolts for the dark mercenary to deal with. With the knowledge of Gaius' strategic style, this was to be expected; a conundrum. With an adversary like the one before Tel'reoth, surely sacrifice would indefinitely be made. A haze of smokey breath exhaled from the lower quadrant of Tel'reoths' hood, and as he did so, he remained still while the bolts of electricity collided and soaked into his clad body. The violent currents moved through his body with agony. A human being may have died by an attack so devastating. Tel'reoth as usual made no sound, and especially made no movement. In fact, the blow had him frozen solid. At last, the tyrant fell back. His body landed on the sandy ground with an aggressive thud and crash of metal. There he lie, exactly as he stood. Lifeless.