Zylus, damaged, lay on the crusted stone below, as the moon continued to glare at the duel between him and a top-five.
"I've never seen a demon quite like you, you know that?" Mordain declared intriguingly, "Even though you look weird, it didn't make you much stronger-"
"Idiot," Zylus appeared behind him, "don't take this so gently." He whispered in his ear, Zylus bent over to the side of Mordain, both of them looking in opposite directions, but only one of them had the advantage.
And before Mordain could say anything, "I've never enjoyed killing someone until today." Zylus whispered as he slapped Mordin right across the face, sending him to the ground.
Bam!
"Rule number five," Mordain hit the ground. It was clear he did, but for some reason, he bounced back up, like a balloon was waiting for him to fall. "Never underestimate me."
Mordain then put his hand in a flicking motion, as Zylus steadily backed away.
swoosh!
