The missed orbs spiraled out of control into a building, causing two massive explosions that shook the battlefield.
Not having readied another attack yet, Draven blocked the kick with his arm. But the martial artist retaliated with blow after blow. Draven managed to block these, but not being trained in physical combat, the speed of his opponent got the better of him for a split second and the young warrior managed a kick square into Draven's mouth.
Draven lept back a good five feet and studied the warrior eye to eye. Clearly toying with the boy wasn't going to work. Perhaps this one was serious... an opportunity...
Draven wiped the blood from his mouth with his finger and folded his arms. He began the well rehersed and well used set of questions he reserved for the few warriors that did not die 30 seconds upon meeting him... the set of questions that either appointed a new officer of the Dark Empire... or resulted in a rather gruesome end...
"Well met, warrior... but why is it that you fight?"
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Iduran was quite in awe of this second warrior, especially because of the fact that he had angel wings... He tried to gain his composure... but found it hard to do so when being protected by two mysterious figures. The circling wraiths did not help.
"My thanks... but who might you be?"
His question was ingnored, as the winged one was clearly focused on the apparations and the other mysterious figure. Iduran turned his attention to the apparations and, ignoring his wound on his left arm, swung his sword in a skillfull figure-8 motion.
"No matter, we've business to attend to..."
The wraiths, vexed by the newcomer, attacked at once, each heading for a warrior...