Turn 7
Dravos continued ripping into the Demon Lord, but gets smacked away. The blow was weak, but enough to send him stumbling away. Tarran takes advantage of the situation, and stabs deep into the Demon Lord's spine. It howls in rage, wrenching it's body around and jerking the sword from Tarran's grip. It's back slowly begins to regenerate, only causing more pain as it tries to regenerate over the sword. The Demon aims a kick at Tarran, only to have Solum appear and fire a rapid barrage of kicks like bullets from a machine-gun. Directly into a lightning bolt that sears through the Demon, bisecting it. The Demon howls in rage, it's dark blood pooling underneath it... but it was still sustaining itself, as any Demon Lord should be able to. The Demon Lord raises it's arm, rage on it's face. "You have mocked me enough... prepare to die!" It shouted, while a large amount of energy-spears formed above it's hand. It pulled it's arm back, ready to throw, and just as it went to throw... the spears dissipated. Akhain was standing back up, leaning against a tree, his hand outstretched. "This area... is my dominion!" Arms of shadow ripped through the air, their hands turning into blades to impale the Demon Lord, which then dissapeared... or rather, exploded. The arms retreated, as a shadowy form appeared behind Akhain, staring at the Shadow that it was strikingly similar too... Akhain glanced to the Shadow. "Cyphus Leroe, I guess we should call you. The Shadow of, to be specific." His face was set in a grimace as his 'dominion' dissapeared like a shattered pane of glass, and he slid down the tree, a mask of pain replacing the grimace.