Draven felt something. Like someone was trying to attack his mind. He was sure the spell came from Zeros', paying no mind to those behind him.
"What a miserable attempt..."
Draven darted from left to right, dodging crescent waves of energy as he moved closer and closer to his adversary. At the distance of five feet or so, Draven's feet hit the ground and he lept high into the air, right over his opponent's head. With his crimson blade in his right, Draven's left hand pointed straight down, glowing bright red. He aimed to pummel his adversary into the ground with a flurry of fireballs...
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Iduran sat up in bed hearing the rukus and several Dark Soldiers bursting into his cave-room. A Romme soldier rushed to meet them but was knocked back. The robed man held Iduran down once more.
"No! You musn't!"
"Shut up! I can't take it anymore!"
With his right hand, Iduran punched the robed doctor square in the mouth, sending him flying into a chair on the other side of the room, which broke on contact. With the other hand, he grabbed the broadsword out of the sheath of the other Romme soldier, who was standing next to him, petrfied at the sight of the dark warriors. Iduran then lifted the blade above his head with both hands and stood up on the cot, the bed sheets flying off of him to reveal that he is wearing full body armor. As the cot began to collapse beneath his feet, Iduran lept toward the fist dark soldier apporaching, preforming a horizontal slash in the air.
"Gaaaaahhhhh!!!!"
The slash severed the man's head from his body, which fell backwards as Iduran landed in a crouching position, sword extended to the side.
"One."
(45 left: 5 electrocuted, 4 frozen, 1 decapitated)