Warlock Ch 109. Life and Death Battle
"[Shadow Step!]" Damian called, his form dissolving into darkness before reappearing to Malthus's side. The warlock's smirk faltered slightly, just enough for Damian to exploit.
"[Dark Bolt!]" Damian shouted, his fist crackling with dark energy as he drove it toward Malthus's face. The punch landed clean, the impact resounding through the room like a thunderclap.
[Malthus] took 940 damage.
Malthus stumbled back, shock flashing across his face for the first time. He wiped his lip, his fingers coming away with a smear of blood. "Well," he muttered, his voice lower now, almost dangerous. "I didn't see that coming."
Damian didn't let up. He surged forward, aiming another punch straight at Malthus's jaw. This time, Malthus was ready. With a movement almost too fast to track, Malthus caught Damian's fist in mid-air. The force of the impact sent a shockwave rippling outward, shaking the room, but Malthus remained steady, his grip unyielding.
