King James, draped in oppressive darkness, could only glare up at my unconcerned form floating above him. His burning eyes promised death and defeat. True, it wasn't ideal to have such an immensely powerful enemy, but I couldn't help but find a certain sense of thrill from the challenge.
"Anytime you're ready," I taunted, grinning down at his demonic form.
King James exploded into action with a mighty roar, launching himself at me with frightening speed. His demonic form stretched and distorted, accelerating him towards me with a gust of wind, leaving a trail of an obliterated battlefield in his wake.