The moment the figure finished forming, Max felt its gaze settle on him, even though it had no visible eyes, and the atmosphere shifted.
The shadow didn't speak or give any warning. It simply moved.
Its foot pressed against the arena floor.
Bang!
The stone beneath it cracked slightly, and the shadow vanished from where it stood.
Max's eyes sharpened as the spearhead appeared right in front of his throat.
Clang!
Dragonheart appeared in his hand almost instantly, and the blade intercepted the spear. A sharp metallic ring echoed through the dark space, and neither of them gave ground. Max could feel the strength behind the attack right away.
The shadow twisted its wrist, and its spear changed direction. Instead of continuing to push forward, the weapon slid along Dragonheart and then suddenly swept toward Max's ribs.
Max turned his sword.
Clang!
