Dead Again

As Jayce plunged both swords into the dark mage's body, his eyebrow rose at the lack of resistance the blades faced. While it wasn't surprising as Nightmare's shortswords were the sharpest weapons Jayce had ever seen, something still felt wrong.

Usually, Jayce would at least feel the weight of piercing through muscle and bones, even if it was as smooth as cutting through butter. Glancing down where both his swords pierced both of his lungs, that's when he realized that there wasn't a drop of blood.

The dark mage capitalized on Jayce's confusion, forming a dagger of darkness and slashing it at his throat. Jayce's instincts flared up, causing him to lean back, pulling the shortswords out of his body and flipping back.

As his body spun counterclockwise, the edge of his boot caught the tip of the dark mage's chin. With the point of impact and the force behind the kick being minimal, it should have barely had any effect.