Ragnar tilted his head, that bone club resting lazy on his shoulder. His crimson mist curled and twisted like a living thing, licking at the broken graves. His red eyes narrowed on Horun.
"A beast using a sword," he said, voice calm but dripping with disdain. "You are a shame."
Horun's jaw clenched. He stepped forward, white sword gleaming in the dim light of the cemetery. "You talk too much."
Before he could move, Ragnar swung his bone club in a wide arc.
The air itself shuddered. A thunderous shockwave burst out, rolling through the graveyard like an invisible tidal wave.
Shinjo and Sakar had leapt forward to flank him, but the wave caught them mid-step. Their bodies lifted off the ground as if pulled by unseen hands.
Ragnar's mist thickened and dragged them together in mid-air before slamming them against the ground. Bones cracked. Both men spat blood as they were flung aside.
"Pathetic," Ragnar muttered.
