One problem quickly presented itself as Drakkon raced Lion-O through the sky.

“Slow yourself, so I may strike you down!” screamed Drakkon.

Lion-O withdrew a cloth at some point from his person, using it to aim himself through the sky like a wing-glider.

“Haha!” he said. “I can’t!”

And then he exploded again and gained another fifty feet on him.

Lord Drakkon changed his blade into a whip in a paltry attempt to pull him out of the sky. With each crack, his opponent inched further and further away. Try as he might, he knew it to be impossible to outrun him, or strike him down early.

His only option was to wait. When an opportunity presented itself, he’d go for the kill. It’d be a slim margin. Even now, his analytical mind went to work.

He counted. One, two, three, four, five, boom. Every five seconds, another explosion rocked his body. Exactly that timeframe. Blood flowed at a rate of three to four miles per hour. In roughly that time frame at that speed, the blood completed a rotation around his body.

Clots were forming and being destroyed at a rate of five seconds. He needed to work in that time frame.

Below him, the scenery changed. In this world, holidays were represented as towns. The snow faded and fireworks went off in his face as he traveled into New Years. He held back his vomit as hearts flew into his sleigh. Valentine’s Day.

Lion-O certainly didn’t notice the changing scenery. He appeared too preoccupied with not dying as he crashed through clouds and flocks of birds trying to escape from Thanksgiving.

One, two, three… Drakkon aimed where Lion-O would be instead of where he was. He threw one of his twin daggers out, intending to skewer his throat. At the count of five, Lion-O blasted forward, but his aim went off slightly. Air resistance, velocity, travel speed, predictions, to do all of it on the fly wasn’t easy.

His blade sliced through Lion-O cloth, sending him hurdling to the planet below.

That was effective enough.

- LetterSequence Round 2