However, no more spells or sword slashes came as Zach swiftly descended to the floor, battered and bruised.
Well, they didn't know the script of this performance I was hosting, so I couldn't blame them.
They weren't really acting... just doing improv.
Not going forward myself, I sent the corrupted figure towards Zach's injured body, the blood-red daggers still lighting the area around the corrupted figure.
Despite the fact that no more attacks or spells were going to be thrown, the climax was just starting.
Everything before was just the exposition and rising action.
Ordering the corrupted figure to open its mouth, I spoke from behind, shrouding myself in the darkness of the shadow cage to avoid detection of the spirit.
"Give it up."
*PEW*
Lying on the ground, propped up against the barrier of the shadow cage, Zach spat out a handful of blood before turning to face the corrupted figure.
