"I really do not wish to end you in front of her. So send her to me." Draconis growled.
"Never!"
"As you wish." He said and suddenly, the room grew darker than it already was. The shadows had covered the candles that were lit up in the room and it was like the hand of death was going toward Erik.
The shadows formed long pointy daggers, all facing the direction of Erik and Vikka.
With a flick of his fingers, all the shadow daggers move toward Erik at a horribly fast speed. Quickly, Erik pushed Vikka behind her bed and began slashing off the daggers with his sword and fire powers. For a man who barely escaped the clutches of Draconis' minions, he was holding up very well.
But there was no way he could last too long. He tried sending some fireballs toward Draconis himself, but there was a shadow shield around him and every attack on him just bounced off the shield.
"Erik!" Vikka cried as one dagger went through his arm.
