Draven shifted, lightning snapping. With a swift motion, he drew his massive greatsword from his side—Storm Cleaver, its edge crackling with purple lightning.
"We'll be taking this elsewhere."
Before the Emperor could react, Draven exploded forward in a burst of speed and a surge of lightning.
The blood splashed violently as he closed the gap in an instant, his armored hand seizing the Emperor's fleshy skull with a wet SQUELCH.
The Emperor's staff flared, but Draven's grip tightened, purple bolts arcing into the exoskeleton.
With a roar—"HRAH!"—he hurled the Emperor upward, the force shattering the dais and sending him crashing through the cracked ceiling—BOOM.
Stone and blood rained down—THUD-SPLASH—as the Emperor vanished into the reddish-black sky, Draven leaping after him in a streak of lightning.
