The city street was strewn with blood and minced flesh.
Rhaast and the Sorcerer Killer locked eyes.
The still, cold night breeze carried the stench of foul blood, but it could not quell their burning lust for battle.
Boom!
With two nearly simultaneous sonic booms, both figures vanished.
The Sorcerer Killer bent low and lunged forward like a deadly, ghostlike assassin.
He melted into the shadows, leaving only flickering afterimages visible.
Rhaast, meanwhile, was a savage, bloodthirsty warrior.
A bloody glow rose from his body as he smashed through every obstacle before him. Under the bright moon, his hideous great scythe traced a cold gleam and slashed through the air.
Crack!
The roof of the long black car beneath the Sorcerer Killer's feet caved in.
He bent his knees and used the recoil to launch himself into the air.
Rhaast's monstrous scythe swept through where he had stood, effortlessly piercing the black sedan.
Having dodged, the Sorcerer Killer's body radiated boundless vitality. Like a nimble, unrestrained dragon, he twisted in midair and flipped upside down.
A dagger sharp enough to slice through iron had appeared in his hand. It was the weapon that had flown free when the little old man was blasted to pieces.
Whizz!
The sharp dagger thrust out the instant they passed each other.
It glided toward Rhaast's head as though meeting no resistance at all.
Rather than retreat, Rhaast charged forward with a cruel grin, driving straight into the incoming blade.
Clang!
A crisp collision rang out as the dagger struck the demonic bull horns towering above his head.
When his strike failed, the Sorcerer Killer pushed with his right hand, deftly using the force of the collision to disappear.
Crack!
The monstrous scythe hooked back, cleaving the pierced black sedan in two.
The violently severed