"Just how are you doing it!" Riven growled as he rubbed his chest.
Jasper watched him curiously and casually. "And how are you doing what you are doing? As a Necromancer, you should not be this strong. Necromancers rely on their summons and spells, but you are strong and fast. How are you doing it?
"Even now, the punch that I gave you should be more than enough to make you stagger, but you are still standing as if nothing hit you."
Riven didn't say anything. His Sigil could simply contain more aura than normal, and so he had a lot of aura to work with. He focused on his opponent and tried to think about what he was doing. '.. teleportation? But that won't explain why I couldn't move, and it was as if I was being drawn towards him... wait... drawn towards him...?'
Riven looked down immediately and studied the footprint of the place he was standing and that of Jasper. Since the fight began, there was only one set of footprints. It wasn't Jasper's.
