"!!!"
King's eyes widened, genuine marvel flashing across his face as Cain closed the distance between them.
"He's faster..."
CRACK!
The sound was sharp and distinct, like breaking glass. Cain's clawed hand dug into the Magic Staff's reinforced wood, his talons carving shallow grooves into the enchanted surface. King had raised the staff reflexively, blocking the incoming thrust aimed at his throat.
The force behind Cain's strike was tremendous. King felt his boots slide backward across the grass, his body pushed several yards before he managed to brace himself properly.
He tried to hold his own, but the raw power behind that single attack was undeniable.
"And stronger," King muttered, adjusting his grip on the staff.
Cain pulled his clawed hand free from the wood, that sinister smile stretching wider across his transformed face. His red eyes gleamed with amusement.
