"Arrgghh!" Lewis cried as he was lifted off his feet and thrown into the air. Quickly, he created a mana bed on the ceiling, cushioning his body rather than the solid rock.
When he fell, Mercius leaped high and caught him like a baby, but with a push of his hand, the Vampire Lord sent them both crashing into a far wall, rocks spilling.
Percival spent the open space by ⸢Grave Stepping⸥ right in front of the Demon Boss, dragging his Basilisk Blade to complete a viscous slice.
The Vampire Lord, eyes wide, speedily pulled himself backwards, creating so much space between them in a mere nanosecond.
However, that had been exactly what Percival planned. It wasn't a slice he was going for, it was ⸢Bladewave⸥.
He poured his Necromancer mana into the edges of the Basilisk, activating the Swordsman Skill and mixing it with ⸢Soulscorch⸥.
The blazing purple flames crashed into the retreating vampire, heating up its mana-forged body as he let out shrieks of pain.
