98 The Tempo of the Storm

The Lightning Sword slowed down as he sensed the demon waiting for him.

Azemo activated his gauntlets, feeling his enemy approach, and as they flashed green the sky unleashed a torrent of rain. The previously sunny day had changed to a full blown storm in a split second.

Azemo heard his breath speed up, a climactic battle was afoot.

Crack.

A bolt of lightning screamed from the heavens and its light illuminated the shining sword of a man who had a single thought, kill.

As the lightning lit up the forest, the Lightning Sword's weapon moved impossibly fast, striking out towards Azemo.

Azemo did not move a muscle as the sword cleaved through the trees around them, creating a small clearing, but not touching Azemo.

Azemo felt the rain drip down his face, but his eyes remained opened and focused, waiting for the Lightning Sword to make a move.