His instincts told him to act fast. "Tricks won't save you!" He roared before slashing through one of the images with his claws.
But his hand met nothing—the figure dissipated like smoke.
The real attack came from behind.
Victor's greatsword whistled through the air and carved into the Drakenar leader's back in a brutal arc.
A deep gash tore open, sending the molten-skinned warrior flying several feet before he crashed against the rock formations surrounding the battlefield.
Victor landed gracefully and grinned as he wiped sweat from his brow. "Ha! I knew having a weapon would up my game!" He lifted the sword and dramatically kissed it.
Then he tasted blood.
His own face contorted in horror. "Ack—" He coughed and spat, nearly retching on the spot.
"Okay, bad idea. Never doing that again."
Mr. Revenant was still recovering from the shock of watching his son toy with a Drakenar warrior and was about to yell at him when Victor rushed over.
