"Me? What are YOU doing here? This island is the property of the Dark Empire now."
Draven shook his fist at Zeros' as he flew away, but he quickly turned his attention to the bearded warrior who materialized in front of him.
"Wonderful... the barbarians have arrived..."
But much to his surprise, Draven glanced downward and realized Shin had readied his next attack while he was distracted. The ball of ice exploded below and the razor sharp ring of ice sped dangerously close to him.
Draven flew backwards, facing the ring as it followed him. Extending his right palm and supporting his right arm with his left, Draven fired off a small fireball at the ring, which shattered one of the blade-like shards, but the rest remained intact. Repeating this strategy, he fired off five more blasts which shattered the rest.
Draven turned sharply and landed on the ground some 50 feet in front of Shin. The ice that had formed on the ground began to melt under his feet as a dim aura of flame began to appear around him.
"General, huh? Were those your troops? Really now, you should tell them to mind their own business... Now where were we?"
Draven pressed his palms together as if praying. A stream of fire formed in between as he slowly brought them appart. When he was satisfied with the length, Draven grabbed one end of the fire with his right hand and the rest of the burning energy thinned in to a sharp sword shape.
Draven twirled his blade in front of him in a sideways figure-8 pattern, then widened his stance and pointed it towards Shin, all without breaking his stare into his opponent's eyes.