>>Draegon
I twisted to the side as another one of Reagen's dark tendrils slammed down, obliterating the wooden beam behind me with a crack like thunder. I barely caught my balance before another lanced for my throat. My claws sparked as I swiped it away, spinning low and slashing at the corrupted prince's midsection.
He leapt back, just in time.
"Getting slow, Draegon," Reagen sneered, his lips curled in that same smug grin I'd seen on cowards moments before they died. "All that rage. All that fury. But you've always been too clean. Too noble."
I didn't answer. My breath was heavy but even. I lunged again, claws outstretched, forcing him to parry with a wall of black that rose from the floor like smoke made solid. My strike hit home anyway, punching through with a burst of energy that knocked him off balance.
His boots skidded against the floor, wood splintering beneath him, and I was on him again.
