*WHOOOOUUUUU*
The shadows dance around Draven like dark, living tornadoes, blowing icy winds that nearly lift him off his feet and whispering sinisterly in his ear.
But he plants his feet firmly on the ground and grips his long sword with both hands, golden and red symbols glowing along its blade.
"COME ON!!!" He shouts into the shadows, ready to strike.
"Sssshhh… let's play, little Lion…" The ominous female voice hisses from the shadows, and a face with black tattoos emerges to provoke Draven.
"You bitch!!" Draven swings his sword forward, and an arc of golden light erupts. This arc is much larger and brighter than Arthur's but fundamentally the same, embodying the intent of a Swordmaster.
*SHOOOOSH*
The arc of light carries immense power but fades quickly as it approaches the shadows, leaving Draven confused.
"Hahahaha…" The woman's voice sounds arrogant. "Is that all you've got, little Lion?"
