Battle of the Bastion

Draken dropped the corpse of the Kragan he had slain, he positioned himself, "Perish."

Liliana herself prepared for the half demon's attack. Meanwhile the Kragan and demons continued there battles, a few fleeting humans were shot down by archers in Gelt's forces. The demons retaliated, remembering their orders to protect the people. Serval of the buildings crumbled as the beasts battled.
Draken snarled as he launched himself at the mage, Lilliana blasted the charging man with chain lightning. Several of the bolts stripped his flesh away and burned bits of his body. However as most of the attack struck his blade, it began to shimmer with the electric power.
Swinging his blade down he struck the woman in the side, redirecting half of her own attack into her, the lightning spreading throughout her body. Draken's eyes glowed with passion as he watched his only calm features distort in pain.
Draken attempted to punch her which she was in motion, however her hands changed intodark talons and grappled his fist, tearing it to ribbons. The half demon hissed in pain.

The two battled throughout the battlefield, Draken with the upper hand with his superior body and magic. He grappled the woman and flew straight up into the air before spiraling down, several arrows striking him. He pushed the pain to the side as he tumbled down to the ground, in any second the two could have spattered on the ground.

Nothing happened for a second, Draken gently landed on the ground before throwing Liliana away. Draken was covered in light wounds and scratches, compared to the very beaten mage. Several imps flew down, dropping a bloodied Lenora. Draken flaired his wings, around them the small town was in ruins from the battle, a few bodies of innocents laid about. Draken was swarmed by his demonic followers, snarling and hissing at the Kragan.
Lenora groaned in suffering, her wounds weren't healing as fast as usual. Draken snarled, "Get the hell out of this place, or else I'll send you and that vampiric whore in pieces to your master. As long as I exist, Dalen isn't yours to take." His wounds slowly healed, sealing up the cuts and scratches. The demons chuckled and laugh, mocking the Kragan.

Draken coldly looked at the two, his golden eyes showed nothing but demonic power. He made a small ball of flame, "Now, get the hell out. I need to fix what you destroyed."
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