Bab 101: The Last Dance [part 2]

The sound of steel reverberated throughout the chamber as Northern's black stiletto met Koll's claws in a shower of sparks.

His lithe form twisted and contorted, the Death Glare in his other hand tracing argent arcs as he sought an to rip to shred the castle lord's form.

"Definitely, your movements have gotten better, faster even. I'd be disappointed if you think this is what it will take to defeat me!"

Koll growled with a provocative grin on his pallid face. The monster was no easy foe.

He had perfect control of his mental state. Even though he seemed ultra pissed a few minutes ago, he now fought with Northern with the calmness of water and spared no opening in his defenses.

His visage twisted into a rictus of malice as he parried Northern's strikes with contemptuous ease, his claws a crimson blur of motion that danced perilously close to the warrior's flesh.