What a fool he was! Not a moment had passed after the lightning shot at the wraith, before Lucius realized the prince was coming right at him. Those damn wings propelled him at great speeds and with a sword already raised, Lucius had to react quickly. The wizard barely had time to side step the attack, and in the process the sword gave him a nasty cut across his right cheek as he toppled over. 

Lucius grimaced in pain as he sat up, his breathing became rigid as dark blood ran down his face, dropping from his chin onto his clothes and the ground. He absolutely hated blood stains, this outfit would now be ruined because of the demon!

Sir Lucius got to his feet quickly and jumped back in an attempt to get more room, using both hands while still gripping his staff, a larger ball of lightning began to form. It quickly reached the size of a large pumpkin and then Lucius sent it at the prince. If it hit him, he would receive a very nasty shock and be overloaded to death. If it hit the ground then it would explode, sending rippling electricity waves across a small area for a short period of time. 

Adrenaline was pumping through his veins and the cut on his cheek was seemingly ignored, for now.