He spared a quick glance toward Sam. The guy was moving skillfully, dodging and weaving through Moondancer's attacks, keeping her distracted and frustrated. Despite her repeated attempts to break free and target Damian, Sam held her attention. Though her black arrows and javelins came relentlessly toward him once in a while, Damian's speed had increased to the point where he dodged them all with ease.
The Spellsword summoned his flying blade back into his grasp, leaping high into the air. Twisting, razor-sharp winds spiraled around him, and a massive crimson aura trailed behind him like a bloody cape. He descended on Damian with lethal intent.
Damian stood his ground, not flinching, not moving a muscle, and instead continued drawing his runic circles. As the Spellsword entered a ten-meter range, Damian activated the spell. It was a simple wormhole, powered by over seven liters of liquid mana—a vast amount coursing through his body.
