Sirius took a step forward, his silhouette now a towering figure of dominance. Nathan was already on the floor, his resolve shattered, the last remnants of hope gone..
Sirius's vicious grin faltered at the sight, but it didn't fully fade. He moved slowly, his eyes locked on Nathan, his every step measured. The echo , sensing Sirius's approach, confronted it adversary, baring its fangs, but Sirius paid it no mind to the creature's warning. The creature lunged, but in one smooth motion, Sirius raised his right hand and hurled his sword forward. He didn't need it much for what was next.
It was a simple throw—one he didn't need to put much thought into anymore. The sword pierced the echo's chest with a sickening thud, sending it crashing to the floor with a loud thunk.
