"Who are you, actually? How do you know about a soul sword?" While Raphael still had his eyes locked on the sword, slashing each of his men one by one, Logan's voice rang again.
Raphael shifted his gaze. "Now, even I am curious, Logan Smith. Who are you, actually? How do you know about the techniques that were lost a thousand years ago? And now even the soul sword is working with you?" He smirked. Well, never mind. Once I beat the shit out of you, you'll tell me everything on your own. I won't even have to ask anything." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Now.....
Let me give you a taste of what real magic feels like."
Slowly, his feet left the ground as he started to hover in the air.
1 feet.....
2 feet....
5 feet....
15 feet....
He was now fifteen feet above the ground. Logan's eyes widened in shock. "How is this possible. He can fly?"
