His grandfather was the first to slash out his whip. Drake and his friends ducked below the twin blades of the whip.
Drake slashed his own toward his grandfather, trying to disable him. It missed completely. He could tell with only the first shot that he was far too weak to face his grandfather.
Behind him, each of his friends was facing off against their own grandfather. Their swords clashed with constant loud bangs as the blades met. They were fighting for their lives, trying desperately to keep their grandfather from taking their powers.
Drake heard each of his friends declare that the grandfather they were fighting wasn't family, renouncing that fact. As they did, a shimmer moved around them. It was as if a bond had been severed. Drake hoped it didn't affect his own father.
His eyes narrowed, looking at the older man in front of him. "You are not my grandfather," he sneered. "A grandfather does not do what you're trying to do."
The shimmer strengthened.
