The blue light from the spell illuminated Dorian's pale face.
His eyes squinted in annoyance. Even so, his left hand shot forward and grabbed Adam's wrist, pushing away the trajectory of the incoming spell
Boom!
The [Magic Missile] shot past the vampire's ear and blasted a tree trunk at the edge of the clearing.
Had the spell actually managed to meet its intended target, the vampire's head would surely have exploded.
A simple spell, but with a great devastating effect.
Dorian's back was drenched in cold sweat. His crimson eyes found the human's tenebrous ones. There was a flicker of surprise in those dark eyes.
"I must say," Adam began. "Of all the men I've fought in this new world, you, by far, are the most adept."
"And you are quite arrogant even among the humans I've slain," Dorian said as his grip around Adam's wrist tightened.
His other hand shot toward the human's hand that was grabbing his throat, clamping down on the wrist as well, and pinning him to the spot.
