My fist missed his head by a split second, just before he sidestepped me and even gently blocked it from hitting the wall. His wall.
I sent a kick behind me to where I knew he would've appeared, another shockwave resonating around the building as he once again blocked me.
He really wasn't going to fight me, and he hadn't even once moved from his spot in front of his throne.
Ancient texts described the Vampire king in such varying ways from interpretation to interpretation that they all seemed like different people. Hell, my town's temple said he was a king with milk white skin and white hair so long and straight it fell down his back like a waterfall. I'd even read one text where it described him as an elderly looking woman.
