Mark Vs Doll

Everyone had cleared the stage for Ragnar, they knew how dangerous his power was, they didn't trust the barrier to protect them from him.

The doll's sword lit up in flames, a sign that it was ready, Ragnar on the other hand had put away his sword, he knew the doll surpassed him in swordsmanship and hoped to win this using magic.

Just because Emax dealt with it using his natural strength didn't mean he could do the same, he was not Emax and he didn't want to take his chances with the doll.

Red smoke, almost like a shadow erupted from his left side, rising to the air to form a little cloud of destructive Mana.

‘Okay, once again don't let the evil override you. ’ Ragnar warned himself but was promptly interrupted by Sir.Killian.

“Boy, is that witch magic?” He asked in fear, scenes flooded his mind of the horrors his comrades had gone through in battle, the stories and the cries.

“Yes sir, I am half witch, my mother is a witch and my father a human General,I believe you know of comman
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