Shadow chains snapped, their once solid forms dissipating into nothing more than smokey wisps, as the Lightbringer swung his fist up, smashing it into the face hidden beneath the darkness of Seth's hood.
Spittle flew as the punch slammed into Seth's jaw, as did Seth himself. The sheer force of it sending him flying back, bouncing across the dirt like a stone skipping a lake, before he skidded to a halt. At some point, somewhere between the third and sixth bounce, he lost his Scythe.
Tearing the shadows from his body like he was ripping apart paper, the Lightbringer rose to his feet with a cocky smile plastered across his face. He glanced down at his hand, noticing the small beads of black blood lingering on his knuckles as his face twisted in disgusted.
"Disgusting... Who knew that your blood was so vile. Maybe you really are colluding with demons. Eugh..."
