Zanyill stood casually, his hands resting on the strange stick.
Travis drew Abe, sunlight glinting off its surface.
Zanyill casually spoke, "I shall be attacking now."
He vanished, leaving no traces of his existence. Travis remained alert with his sword steady. Suddenly his senses screamed at him and he forcefully moved to the side.
Zanyill reappeared, his stick where Travis was. Travis swung towards him, the moment his sword was about to make contact, Zanyill vanished again.
"Not bad, your movements are quite skilled. You even dodged my strike."
Travis looked to his side and noticed Zanyill standing on his sword. He quickly drew his sword back. Zanyill leaped off lightly with a flip.
A dark energy coated Travis' blade. He swung it forward twice, two dark crescent shapes moving towards Zanyill.
The old man moved his hand and batted away the attack.
