Narrator pov
Draven watched you stand in between him and Gwen with both of your blades spinning your hand. You smirked at Draven as the wraith all stood there, waiting for the next command.
Y/N: Been a while, since we've been on the same battlefield huh?
Riven: Yeah, it sure has, missed this honestly.
Draven:( This is bad. Viego said I needed to kill him but...)
Before
Viego: I want you to understand something, Draven.
Draven stood in front of Viego as he was standing at the top of the Arena. He felt the mist push and pull at his body. Viego was walking and pacing about as he held the small mirror from before in his hand.
Draven: Yes, my liege?
Viego: I want to take something that was taken from me long ago. I needed strong heroes to help my cause, and I have all the reason to believe that you are a strong warrior.
Draven: Well, my liege, you have got yourself the right, you see I-
Viego: But not enough.
Draven: What!?
Viego: I took great measures in making sure this plan is and will go perfect, however there will be some willing to take those measures to stop me. I've heard the resurgence of the Sentinels of Light, the ones who entire existence is to stop me and my plans.
Draven: Why do you tell me this?
Viego: Do you not pay attention!? There is a boy, who bested me when I first reformed. He trapped me in an artifact to try and keep me locked away for good. Y/N, That disgusting filth has been in the back of mind ever since!
Draven: Sir, I know of this boy, with these new powers you have granted me, I am sure I can best him.
Viego stopped as he walked closer to Draven as he practically held his sword to his throat. Draven did not move as Viego spoke.
Viego: I don't want to make this any clearer than I have said before... If you interact with this boy, and you have not already killed him. You will not win.
Draven: I won't... I have already fought this buffoon before! I know all his powers, and what he can do!
Viego: You know nothing of the human spirit, the indomitable human spirit. I am telling you, if you want to beat him, you best know of a way to kill him.
Now
Draven stood with his twin axes spinning quickly as you and Riven were both standing in front of him a dozen or so feet in front of him. You spun your blades as Riven held the broken blade with a tight grip.
Draven... Was scared. It was not an honest emotion that he liked to see, and have within his own brain. He waited for anything... A single move from you, and there was nothing.
Y/N: You first.
Draven: You... You think you can defeat me!? I have accepted his power, and it flows through me! It flows all around this place, in the minds and bodies of the weak, and you think you can beat me!? You think you even stand a chance against me!? Draven! The Glorious Executioner! Well, then you are in for a world of pain! A pain so great that-
Riven: You talk too much.
Riven was already bolting out of the gate towards Draven as her low movements near the ground. Her low movements disoriented Draven as he was just watching Riven move down below him.
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