Russell glanced sideways at Kaecilius. The Dark Energy in his body was severely excessive, and he judged that his physical body had died no fewer than ten times before being resurrected by the secretly manipulating Dormammu.
This was bad. That part was not in the script.
It was not that Kaecilius dying was bad, nor was it bad for him to come back to life after dying. The problem was that the actor sending him west was the wrong one.
The second male lead was stealing too much of the spotlight!
Russell remembered clearly that, in his script, Strange was basically all dialogue scenes. For action scenes, he only needed to strike a few poses and muddle through.
His actual job was to stand beside the male lead and raise the script's overall attractiveness!
Noticing Russell spacing out, Kaecilius's eyes flashed with vicious light. He muttered an incantation and unleashed more than a dozen Dark Dimension spells in quick succession, hurling them straight at Russell.
Aging! Weakness! Frenzy! Corrosion! Hallucinogenic effects...
Kaecilius knew the gulf between himself and the Sorcerer Supreme was as vast as heaven and earth. Even a hundred of him tied together would not be a match for one Sorcerer Supreme. Facing him head-on meant certain death, so he opened with negative buffs, throwing every curse aura he knew onto Russell.
He was not done yet. After buffing Russell, he turned around and started buffing himself.
Berserk! Bloodsucking! Fearlessness! Pain Reduction...
Dark elements condensed into a pitch-black longsword. Holding it one-handed, he spread his wings and dove at Russell, opening with a mage's basic skill combo.
One-handed sword plus jumping cleave!
Bang!!
Kaecilius flapped twice in midair before falling limply to the ground. Dark Energy repaired his mangled body, and only then did he stand up again.