Draven looked at the insignia. Sure enough, it was the red winged dragon symbol of the Dark Empire. The same as on the back of his cape.
"Huh? Who are you and where did you get that? I am Lord Draven, one of the three elite high generals of the Dark Empire, and supreme commander of the Imperial Western Division Army. My command is second only to the emperor himself. If you're one of us, why is it that you don't know me and I don't know you...?"
Could he be another one of the emperor's personal elites like Genma? Why must he always employ these dogs outside of his generals' command?
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Jayce crossed his arms in a similar fashion, taking the full force of the blast. He was knocked backwards three feet, heels digging into the ground, leaving a trail in front of him. The surrounding blackness began to absorb inward to him...
"Die! The lot of you!"
Holding his blade with his right hand, he thrust his left forward. Immediately, a dozen bolts of lightning began to strike the strike the area around the four opposing warriors randomly from an unseen source. While normal lightning gives off light, these deadly bolts absorbed it, giving each a distorted black appearance...
(Dark Thunder!)
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"I think not!"
Neptra stood directly behind the Tsar images.
"A renegade outsider? I thought that was impossible. It must have been a mistake by the necromancers that summoned you... worthless reject... I'll be removing you from this plane now. Next time we call you, we'll insure the incantations are more precise..."
She pointed to her left. A wave arose from the sea, speeding towards the ship. At about half distance Neptra waved her hand to the right as the water broke up in mid air, congealing into hundreds of thousands of fine shards of ice, mostly the size and shape of large needles. The blast of ice needles engulfed the Tsars from the south, raging in at over a hundred miles per hour. She was trying to blast him off of the ship...