There he was! Under the onslaught of those nefarious monsters... he will fall now! The King identified Nefas in an instant, his soulless eye sockets blazing with the light that could not be quenched. While the Warden was busy with the Mayan, the King sprinted around them like a wraith.

[color=lightblue]"I will make you see me,"[/color] the King rasped, his broken sword held tightly in his grip. The King cackled with glee as he saw this pillar of authority come under the barrage of these anarchic beasts. Running, he leapt over a chunk of concrete on the ground, mantling onto the floor and sprinting so fast that the fire seemed to streak from his hands. His feet glided up the wall as he ran around the charging crustacean. Bundling up energy in his bent knees, he suddenly pushed off the wall, diving on Old N. Using the monstrous beast's back as a stepping stone, the King then leapt behind the warden, driving the broken blade towards his back and at the same time reaching out to grasp at the energy that he could sense... so deliciously... in that beast's head.