Warlock Ch 109. Life and Death Battle
"[Shadow Step!]" Damian called, his form dissolving into darkness before reappearing to Malthus's side. The warlock's smirk faltered slightly, just enough for Damian to exploit.
"[Dark Bolt!]" Damian shouted, his fist crackling with dark energy as he drove it toward Malthus's face. The punch landed clean, the impact resounding through the room like a thunderclap.
[Malthus] took 940 damage.
Malthus stumbled back, shock flashing across his face for the first time. He wiped his lip, his fingers coming away with a smear of blood. "Well," he muttered, his voice lower now, almost dangerous. "I didn't see that coming."
