Blacken clouds rolled as electricity danced among between them in the dreary sky, slowly consuming the literal heavens. The land below silent.
"You are indeed foolish to challenge me. Do you honestly think even the slightest chance against me?" The Great Swordsman Michael spoke.
"No, I can only expect to lose." The hooded figure spoke as he stood a head shorter than the Swordsman.
Michael frowned recognizing the voice but couldn't place the face. Looking at the man, Michael was sure that he was smiling even though he couldn't see the man's face. "Are you ready?" The Swordsman asked as he unsheathed his mythical sword.
"More ready than you know." The hooded figure took a step back and pointed the palm of his hand to Michael. "Part Drac" a flash of light shot from his hand and consumed Michael. The Sword fell to the ground. A card floated towards the ground until it was plucked from the air. The Hooded man examined the card to make sure his spell worked. "Perfect." He said as he glanced at the sword. He grabbed the sword and began to walk North towards his castle. "Now, I have both the legendary swordsman Michael but also his Sword Bleedingstar." Suddenly pitch black hands shot up from the ground and grabbed the hooded figure pulling him into a pool of shadows.
The hooded man stepped out from the shadows glancing back to make sure he closed his teleportation spell. Then gripping the sword to make sure it was still in his grasp he walked to how trophy room.
"Is it done My Lord?" A young boy spoke as he fell into stride with his master.
"Yes my apprentice, the Great Swordsman is captured. As is his sword."
"So then, who is your next victim My Lord?"
"My dear apprentice, have you not been doing your homework? Molly is next."
"Of course. The Elemental Witch Molly. Master what shall you have me do while you're away?"
"Is the chamber prepared?"
"Yes master everything is exactly as you requested."
"Good."
