The bandit reared back and unleashed his mightiest magic. "By the name of Lord Nergal, I banish thee to the shadow realm!"
Jaffar watched in slow motion as heaven itself rent in half and a bolt of lightning raced toward his face. "Too slow..."
The mage gasped as the Angel of Death moved at inhuman speeds, faster than the speed of light. His agility was so incredible that he left a miniature black hole in his wake, sucking the energy from the lightning bolt into the ether.
The mage's heart stopped as, within a split second, the Angel of Death appeared inches from his face.
The bandit never felt his head leave his shoulder. His last words as he faded away were little more than a weak gasp for breath.