He landed in a crouch, stone cracking beneath him, and sprang forward again, a comet of light aimed at the Emperor's chest.
"Not so fast, reptile!" the Emperor roared, his free hand clawing the air. A wall of dark energy materialized, rippling with crimson runes, blocking Draven's path.
Draven's blade struck it—CLANG—lightning bursting in a violent BZZZAP, the impact shaking the air, cracks spiderwebbing across the barrier.
The Emperor laughed and flicked his staff, summoning a swarm of blood-daggers that shot forward like arrows, thousands of them with their tips glinting with poison.
