The man in front of Drayken looked ordinary, dressed in jeans and a simple shirt.
But the fact that he was flying on a sword, with several more floating behind him, made it clear, he was anything but normal.
Drayken didn't care. His only thought was how to bring the man to his knees and destroy everything he held dear.
"Hell—" the man began to greet.
Drayken vanished in a flash, leaving a trail of crackling electric arcs as he reappeared right in front of him, his black haze gauntlet already driving forward in a punch.
"Eh?"
The man blinked with a shrug, just before he felt the crushing force of the blow.
But, instead of retreating, a sleazy smirk curled on his lips as he casually extended his hand.
Drayken felt an invisible force halt his fist mid-air, completely obstructing its advance.
To the naked eye, there was nothing there, but he could faintly sense the resistance, an unseen pressure he couldn't shake off.