Once the two fell to the ground, Zaroth immediately became a shadow. In this form, he was not only unaffected by the material world but was harder to bind in one place—Ragnar was still able to use shadow hands to bind his foes, after all.
With a dazing speed, he positioned himself to his foe's blind spot and swung with his trusty odachi.
"You aren't getting the incentive," Ragnar muttered coldly, stopping Zaroth's attack.
Once, twice, thrice.
Each time Ragnar swung, the world lost color for a fraction of a second. Each of his hits was devastating and yet, Zaroth matched his foe's strength perfectly.
This wasn't like last time when he needed to rely on his beasts for support. Now that his mana core had reached the Epic-tier and was equipped with the skill Shadow Travel under his arsenal, his power had increased exponentially.
The swift mobility granted by Nightshade's skill, combined with the battle style he had learned from Eldros, made for a deadly combination.
