"Do you really want the answer to that question?"

Tom doesn't meet Zed with vines, this time, but instead with those foot-long claws that ornament each of his fingers. The sword slices through two of Tom's fingers, and he shrieks again, slashing at Zed's stomach in an attempt to disembowel darkness itself.

Around them, the dried grass and forest burns, filling the air with choking smoke.