The first man wielded a massive broadsword that glowed a sickly purple. Linus felt the energy-sapping aura radiating from the blade, and he knew any touch from it would weaken his wolf form and disrupt his magic. The second man held a slender, blue-glowing rapier, lightning crackling along its length. The third had a green-lit katana, and as he swung it, vines erupted from the ground, eager to ensnare anything they touched.
The fight erupted with bone-jarring intensity. Linus lunged at the man with the broadsword, dodging the first powerful swing but feeling the energy-draining pulse wash over him just from being near the blade. The man was skilled, spinning the sword in wide, sweeping arcs that forced Linus to stay on the defensive. He weaved left and right, feeling the sapping aura pres
