"Bullshit!" Mandela cursed, the word signaling the attack. "You're the one who's going to die!"
"Claxius!"
Without hesitation, Bodoff cast his Spell almost instantly. He raised his Magic Staff, and the Magic Stone embedded within it erupted with a blinding white light. Like a miniature sun in the night, it lit up the surroundings as if it were broad daylight.
"Aargh!"
A bloodcurdling scream rang out. Hit at point-blank range by an enhanced Lighting Skill, the towering Balrog Flame Demon clapped a hand over its eyes as tears gushed uncontrollably.
"Fuck you!" With a flick of his wrist, Mandela threw the broken half of his Blood Sword.
As if guided by an unseen hand, the Blood Sword veered sharply in mid-air, hurtling straight toward the thick wrist of the Balrog Flame Demon that gripped the Flaming Giant Sword.
...
CLANG!
With a cry of pain, the massive Flaming Giant Sword slipped from the Balrog Flame Demon's once firm and powerful grasp, falling to the earth.
...
CRACK!
