The blow was devastating, but it wasn't enough to put Zarathas down.
He levitated back to his feet, his wings beating furiously as he summoned a barrage of bright red fireballs.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The balls of flame hurtled towards Lucas like deadly meteors, each one packing a punch that could easily incinerate a lesser opponent.
Lucas slithered through the air with a lithe grace that mirrored that of a serpent as he danced around the fiery projectiles hurtling towards him, all the while closing in on Zarathas.
In no time at all, Lucas was face-to-face with Zarathas, his sword poised for attack. The undead creature, however, was quicker than he expected.
"I am not going down so easily!" With a single beat of his wings, Zarathas conjured a shield that stopped Lucas's attack dead in its tracks.
"That won't be enough to stop me!" Lucas immediately circled around Zarathas's defense, his movements like those of a river that flowed effortlessly towards its destination.
