Lycas gripped his broadsword with both hands and roared. The sound cracked through the air like a thunderclap.

He sidestepped sharply and charged straight at Dustin like a raging bull.

The heavy broadsword moved like it weighed nothing in his hands. He swung it with brutal speed. Each arc cut through the air with a sharp, whistling howl, as if it could slice through anything in its path.

The broadsword came crashing down on Dustin with bone-crushing force, like a mountain falling from the sky