Beren smiled as shadows rolled, twisting around Kyrexiel like a small tornado. He turned his back and raised his hands. "The is the most easiest fight ever..."
But the shouting of the audience didn't come. Instead what he heard was gasping as they pointed at something behind him. Beren froze. "Impossible....."
Kyrexiel swung his mace at his midsection and sent him sprawling sideways. He grinned. "So your powers is shadow? Too bad you can't even scratch me."
Beren coughed blood and held his side with his hands as if he could mend his broken ribs with clutching it. He raised his head, sweat beaded his face. "How? My shadows should have tear you apart."
"Hum? You meant the claws that was formed inside the twisting shadow? Maybe but they are too weak." Sandskar blocked it all.
