[@thewizardguy][@Wraithblade6]
	
	They both could sense the portal...
They both could see who it was stepping out......
Bob would quite feel the metal gauntlet gripping his throat.....
	Bob would also feel the dagger plunged into his stomach, one that make his body groan, and ache. This dagger wasn't a normal blade. It felt dull, but still parted his flesh like a scalpel. He didn't gloat, he didn't make any arrogant move to let Bob have an opening. He was serious, deathly so, as he began his assault on Bob. The girl would be surrounded by wraiths and spirits, that would drag her seemingly into the ground. In reality, they dragged her into the forsaken dimension, where she was kept under by mystical voices of specters and ghosts, chilling songs that forced one into a cold, deep, sleep.
	Drac's attacks began to speed up, as he had a momentary upper hand, he stabbed into Bob several times with this strange blade, it causing the soul stealer great pain each jab, like one would react to a normal knife. To Mithias, this blade would appear to be that of clay, shaped into a dagger, it's handle wrapped in cord. With his gauntleted hand, Drac kept Bob choked, limiting his shape shifting abilities. It was a brutal assault, much like that of a real life stabbing.

	Drac then made a possible error. He looked at Mithias. "...I'm sorry." He says, as he then turns back, to continue his attack.