The vampire's growl was hateful and inhuman as he flared his mana and lunged forward again.
Another savage flurry of blows was exchanged.
Blow after blow rang out like steel drums of war. Kaiden met them head-on.
He matched the noble.
But not for long.
The vampire's superior speed and strength began dictating the rhythm. His power started eclipsing Kaiden's.
The Paragon of Sin was slipping.
[Devouring Strike] had healed the worst of his wounds, but he was far from full strength.
His arms ached. His chest was barely stitched together by lifesteal. His mana pool? Nearly bone dry.
The vampire had been right about one thing: Kaiden's lack of stat investment into Magic was crippling him in a drawn-out battle.
If he stalled, he would die.
And the bastard wouldn't let him pop a mana potion for a second.
So it had to end.
Now.
Kaiden gritted his teeth and let out a guttural roar, swinging the Twilight Ripper with everything he had.
WHAM!
CLANG!
BOOM!
