Raegar leapt onto a nearby boulder, using it as a launchpad to soar toward the man's face. In mid-air, he unleashed an attack, a Stormfire Bullet from his left dagger, aimed to blind with a burst of light, and a Lightningfire Blast from the right, targeting the exposed neck.
The leader roared, raising his sword to block the bullet, but the blast seared his throat, charring flesh and drawing a howl of agony. Landing in a crouch, he didn't relent as his adrenaline blocked the pain.
''That's it!'' he exclaimed.
Raegar rushed around, slashing at the barbarians legs, the daggers carving deep lacerations that weakened the man's stance. The enemy swung wildly, his sword tearing up the earth, but he was always a step ahead, his speed a blur of shadow and fire.
Blood streamed from the barbarians wounds, his movements growing sluggish as his never-ending slashing and slicing wore the stronger man down. Sensing the end, he channeled all his energy into a final gambit.
